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
That kind of
thing.
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.
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.
