I'm posting this part early today, because the cold that I seem to have caught is turning into a rather nasty chest thing. I've spent most of today in bed. Bacon and Shakespeare, Kabu? As Alex would say " Yer wo?. I dunno wot yer on abaht!" Miss Jane. September 1944. Jane’s face seemed to change in... Sign in to see full entry.
Foreword: Honestly! You’re just like a bunch of kids! “ Oh, come on Grandpa Ariel, tell us … pleeease! ” Nope. No way. You’ve all got to be patient, ‘cos all will be revealed in due course. “ He is really a she...” I ask you! Look, if any of you wanna write this here book, I got lotsa other things I... Sign in to see full entry.
Jane wanted to grab that scrawny body to her breast, and shower that pinched little face with kisses, but she only reached out her hand and laid it on his.“ Alex, you were a special sort of special person to Albert, who loved you. And some day you will meet your own special sort of special person,... Sign in to see full entry.
Foreword: Once more, you’ll just have to guess how much of this is autobiographical! Miss Jane. September 1944. Jane tried not to think of the pain that being dumped as an unwanted burden on a family must cause; that pain of rejection with which she was so familiar. And her mind shied away from... Sign in to see full entry.
Foreword: I’m afraid that this is quite a long post, but I felt that splitting it into smaller parts would spoil the flow. And, little realising how many parts this would prove to be, I’ve decided to revert to the proper title of what will be a whole novel. Hell, what is already a whole novel! So,... Sign in to see full entry.
Jane said “ Do you still want to tell me about it? And these people that you said were horrible to you; how were they horrible? ” Al ex looked away again, but not before she was sure that his eyes were filled with tears. His voice was a strangled wail, as he blurted out “ ‘cos they didn’t want me,... Sign in to see full entry.
September, 1944. Jane said, “ Did you like it in those places where you were evacuated, Alex? And were the people who took you in good to you?” Another nonchalant shrug, and an expression on Alex’s face as if he had bitten into a sour lemon. “ Wasn’t bad I s’pose. Peasenhall … that place down... Sign in to see full entry.
Miss Jane. September 1944. Jane gazed at Alex closely, wondering if he was aware of any of these unbelievably awful events in Poland and Russia – this “ … crime without a name …” as Mr Churchill had called it. She dreaded seeing any sign of such awareness. But it was clear from his casual mention of... Sign in to see full entry.
Foreword: Yep, I’ve made my mind up, now. Because you nice people have shown such a keen interest in this story, in future posts, you’ll hear quite a lot more of Jane and Alex, and also of Jane’s family. To make the story a little clearer as we go along, I’ve added dates. Quite a saga, really; might... Sign in to see full entry.
I have to take my computer to get a few things fixed tomorrow, and it might be a couple of days before you hear from me again, but that’s no excuse for not reading my blog! On with Miss Jane … Miss Jane. While he ate the scones, much more slowly than he had gorged the sandwiches, Alfie sat gazing... Sign in to see full entry.