Dear and lovely Em
You know I am not one for jewellery. So you’ll guess that I never actually bought any….. And no one ever gave me any [jewellery] but I am not complaining….I would have thrown it all back anyway…. I kind of settled for the magic stuff that pops out of crackers…. but I always knew about the diamonds.
Lately, I have found glitter…. all over the place….through luck more than judgement….so why did I find a cache of diamonds in such a crumby place today… so close, so quick…. where no one goes but the faeries and grotesque spiders… may be the robin hides……. The kettle was boiling. It wasn’t raining. The sun was ….well…. acting like the sun… but it was dripping diamonds everywhere….!
So I thought of you Em and….
Oh yes… you…. pretty sun, in wintery mode, dazzling…. Who probably shone pink for a bit, earlier … just a flick away from here…. same as yesterday. I have been looking at you close (almost blinded myself) with something called a camera…..for a while now….
And you darling Em, this camera thing ….it’s also called ‘latest bargain’….. it has eyes ….. and it knows more about taking photos than I do…..
Today I got up late… with the chance of catching the usual pink all gone…..so I settled for drifting about in the mist with the magic box, by the washing line…. and look what I found when I wandered away from those lines just now…..a space …. and thousands of glittering diamonds.
Dear Em did you ever, ever see diamonds? I know you can’t really answer me, but I do know what you might say (for once). ‘Yes, yes, yes …. I saw them everywhere!’
Diamonds, diamonds everywhere!(and sometimes a string of pearls)
Much love as always.
Gill McGrath© Diary Sunday 30th November 9.00am
[Dear Emma© / famhis©/description/ AW/ over and over/flowers©]
By afternoon the dripping washing that I had hung outside early, was dried entirely, by the wind, the breezes and the sun. Another orange frog sat there and had his photograph taken and all the crocus, petals deep purple, opened up and flashed bright gold. A plane flew past; a couple of other things happened, but it was the laundry that took the biscuit….. still smells like a sea breeze! Life doesn’t get better than that! How was your day?
Yugin & Sons.
Gerrard St. London
Trying to get hold of Jack. It is not his favourite time of year. So I don’t know when I will catch up with him. Have you seen him? I will get him to write to you. Promise.
He never mentioned anything about Chestnut Avenue by the way, except the hedges ! He said the houses all along the road were divided by low clipped box hedging; and that from time to time he would bound over them from one end of the road to the other (pretending he was riding a horse!). Clearly a happy memory. Silly Jack. Something to go on with then Emma……
Fondest love as ever from Rosie
Thank you for your letter. Just received it. Glad you sound OK. Isn’t it just the way? I had just posted a reply to your last miserable letter ( I went on a bit) and wish now I hadn’t ! Too late now. Glad you’ve come down to earth. Keep it up!! Anyway, just a quick note to say we are ok but amazed how much colder it is getting. Fireworks sounding off most nights and its not even Halloween yet, let alone Guy Fawks! There is likely to be a harsh cold spell in November, apparently. I don’t know if that means snow again and getting cut off like last year! At the moment everything in the garden is turning into bright autumn colours. Mostly red and yellow. A sight for sore eyes. A memory to hold, if the snow really does come when they say it will….or worse, if it doesn’t. I don’t mind a bit of white to even things. The kids are all settled in their new schools. Happy too!!
I may ring, Love Rosie xxx
Oh dear, here we go again. Nothing could compare with what you had to deal with at Chestnut Avenue. How you thought life would be sweet at last…… but the worst was yet to come. I know you blamed yourself for everything that happened to Jack because John told Jack and Lizzie told Jack. Vinnie repeated what John and Lizzie said…. to Jack. And Jack told me. Jack said that your strength ebbed away when your heart had broken in two, after what happened to him. Jack told me because he went on missing you; but even he never really understood (as far as I could tell) exactly why you blamed yourself. He just knew that what happened to him pulled you to pieces, and then you were gone! There wasn’t much to be read about it in the papers at the time and I am not sure you would have made sense of it anyway, no one did….so, you just fell to pieces. (You lost so much).
But it was never your fault. And Jack did fine. Jack’s done OK! I think I will write to Jack and then I will let you know. Meanwhile for heavens sake cheer up!
Much love as ever, Rosie
red and yellow and pink and green purple and orange and blue, I can see a rainbow, lardy dardy doooo!!!