francesn wrote: |
And is this Caitlin of the hockey match the sister with the fiery temper? |
pim wrote: |
“You looked lost in that book.” “It’s good. I thought I’d outgrown this sort of thing.” Jo chuckled. “I don’t think you ever do. |
Miss Di wrote: |
Unless I've been fooled and this really is a community of 12 year olds...
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Vikki wrote: | ||
well, now you come to mention it........... |
Vikki wrote: | ||
well, now you come to mention it........... |
pim wrote: |
Friendships sometimes enter life for a reason, sometimes for a season, and there are some which will last a lifetime; Hilda Annersley and Nell Wilson knew that they fell into the latter category. They had dedicated their lives to a greater calling but at the end of the day would always be there for the other to turn to. Over the years they had lost track of the number of people who had passed through their lives, but anybody who had been touched by the formidable twosome remembered it. |
pim wrote: |
“Hilda, Nell!” Jo’s cry cut through their thoughts and brought them back down to reality with a bump. |
francesn wrote: |
Pim you have it in for Kathie and motherhood at the moment! |
Josie wrote: |
Almost like finidng a tenner in my coat pocket! |
pim wrote: |
Miss… Auntie Hilda,” Megan corrected herself, still feeling a little awkward with the brevet aunt titles Hilda and Nell had insisted on at the weekend. “Said that I had to listen to my Innisfree, because I already knew what decision I was going to make. I wish she still taught at the school, I think she’d be a wonderful English teacher.”
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Sophoife wrote: |
Go back to page 23 Di, Yeats' poem is quoted there - in the middle - post by Pim from May 15. |
Robin wrote: |
did she run over and leave a guy for dead who is now going to turn up and start killing her and her friends with a large hook? |