My dearest William, It is so very exciting to be in the Holy City at last. The constant bustle and the oldness of the city are impressed upon me with every glance. I took a walk early this morning with Milly to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I find the people lovely, if somewhat loud. … Read More My Dear Sweet William….Episode Five
My Dearest William, We left London on Saturday for our trip to Italy. Milly and I have been most careful to keep our plans from the vicar, who no doubt called to make a nuisance of himself on Tuesday, not knowing we had gone; the thought makes me smile. The crossing was pleasant and the… Read More Episode Four: My Dear Sweet William
My dear sweet William, It is been almost three months since my dear husband departed this life and at this point I hate the colour black. I have almost pulled out my hair with the utter boredom that this mourning has put upon me. I have decided that I don’t particularly care what gentile society… Read More Episode Three: My Dear Sweet William
Episode Two My dearest William, I am exhausted from the funeral and cannot bear to be around any of the well-meaning neighbours and Adam’s college colleagues a moment longer. I don’t think black becomes me and fear I look more like a scarecrow than a becoming widow. I don’t know how long I can stay… Read More My Dear Sweet William
My dear sweet William, It is with deep sadness that I write to let you know that Adam has passed away. His passing was sudden and has left us all bereft and somewhat confused, none more so than I. A window cleaner, heading home from his early morning work, found him on Friday hanging from… Read More My Dear Sweet William
I’ve been seeing daisies everywhere and hearing lots of people talking about them. They remind me of when I was a little girl and I sat on the grass in the top field, wearing my summer dress, linking daisies to each other in a chain. It seems like another lifetime, something that I am only… Read More Daisy Days
I saw a post on the ‘God’ page on Facebook recently, very funny, it said that he’d given Moses twenty commandments not ten and the fool had dropped one of the tablets. That made me think about those commandments that I grew up learning, and being fearful of breaking, and how that has affected my… Read More Thou Shalt Not!
Himself, that’s what my mother called him, most of the time anyway. And if anyone was acting kinda strange then she’d say ‘he’s himself alright’. She used to call me a gráinneog regularly, which means hedgehog in Irish, nice! Now it’s all very well using Irish words, or local slang when we speak, but what… Read More Himself