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Chapters (76)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. Chapter Forty-Eight
  53. Chapter Forty-Nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-One
  56. Chapter Fifty-Two
  57. Chapter Fifty-Three
  58. Chapter Fifty-Four
  59. Chapter Fifty-Five
  60. Chapter Fifty-Six
  61. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  62. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  65. About Rosie Goodwin
  66. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  67. A Letter from Rosie Goodwin
  68. Cissie’s Roast Chicken
  69. An extract from Rosie Goodwin’s next novel
  70. Prologue
  71. Chapter One
  72. Love Rosie Goodwin?
  73. The Days of the Week collection
  74. Mothering Sunday
  75. Tales from Memory Lane
  76. Memory Lane Advert

‘Let’s do it,’ she said enthusiastically, and her eyes grew misty as she thought back to other parties at Treetops she had enjoyed when her mother and Tom had been alive. ‘When Lady Lavinia, your grandmother, owned Treetops, it saw some wonderful parties and balls,’ she told Kathy dreamily. ‘There would be an orchestra and the women looked like brightly coloured butterflies as they glided round in their beautiful gowns. They were all the colours of the rainbow but not one of them ever managed to outshine your grandmother. She was truly beautiful, inside and out.’

‘Yes, I remember,’ Kathy agreed with a smile. She had very fond memories of her grandmother. ‘But then you were very beautiful too, still are, in fact.’

Sunday chuckled. ‘I’m an old woman,’ she said with acceptance. ‘I don’t feel old inside but when I look in the mirror, I wonder who the old woman is staring back at me. And sometimes now I just yearn to go and join your father. It seems so long since I saw him, and I get so tired. But don’t worry. I have no intentions of going anywhere until this damn war is over and I see you and Livvy settled. I promised your father I would look after you both and I will.’

‘Don’t talk like that. You’re not going to leave us for a very long time,’ Kathy said. ‘And just where are we supposed to get all the food for this party?’ she asked, ever sensible. The entire country was heartily sick of the enforced food rationing now.

‘Don’t you get worrying about that. If your mother wants a party, then a party she shall have.’ John grinned and tapped the side of his nose. ‘I have a few friends who might be able to get certain things on the black market. Not that I approve of it, of course, but sometimes needs must.’

‘Oh yes, and who is going to prepare it all?’ Mrs Gay, the old cook, had retired and gone to live with her daughter close to Brighton the year before and now Cissie and Edith did the cooking between them. The children had all missed her terribly when she first left, probably because of all the treats she used to cook for them.