Evening, Mol. Hope you are finding your feet up there.
I miss you terribly. Especially as you always know where socks go to hide and I’m having to mix and match.
Didn’t sleep very well last night. Kept thinking off you and that first holiday we enjoyed in Scarborough.
You remember? It threw it down with rain. We were the only people on the beach. You seemed so happy running up and down that empty beach.
Still not heard from Kevin. I think he only rang because you were here. If he thinks I’m going to go chasing him he’s got another thing coming. You know me, Mol?
This little house feels so big without you here. The sound of the telly echoes dreadfully.
I had finny haddock for tea. With garden peas. Just the way you used to make it. Though not as nice.
There was something missing.
Goodnight, old girl.
Let’s see if I can sleep tonight. I do feel tired and my ears hiss. So, you never know, eh?
Love always, your Bill.