This is a post left over from when Loose and Leafy was a work of fiction. Later, it evolved into what it is now - a blog about the wild plants of the South Dorset Coast.
To make sense (in so far as there is sense) of these early posts, you may like to take a look at Esther in the Garden.
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She's only just arrived and, already, I'm feeling like Mrs Joe Gargery.
I find myself saying that I needn't have 'taken her in', that if she doesn't like the food I provide she can look elsewhere, or perhaps she would prefer to live with Mrs Rustbridger? That kind of
I'm in touch with my dour side. Suddenly I enjoy work more than homelife.
Ceres says she goes to a 'special' school and that a bus will come tomorrow morning to take her there but tomorrow is the last day of term so, after that, I'll be completely responsible.
I lay awake last night waiting for a knock on the door; for the police, social services, the council, Mrs Rustbridger.
Ceres says the woman who came for her and her siblings is called Miss Martin. The name rings a bell.
I've been creeping into Esther's garden and thinking of sunshine.