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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

Kathy looked puzzled. ‘But you laid on the wonderful spread at your home, that’s more than enough,’ she protested.

‘Nonsense.’ John fished in his pocket and withdrew two envelopes, which he pressed into her hand. ‘I’d like you to open them both an account at the bank and put this in for them to start their savings,’ he told her and when she went to protest again, he held his hand up.

‘Please! I’ll be most offended if you don’t take it.’

And so, Kathy had no choice but to gratefully accept.

It wasn’t until after he had gone that she opened their gifts and when she did, she gasped. ‘But there’s fifty pounds in each of these,’ she told her mother. ‘That’s far too generous.’

Sunday didn’t quite know what to say so she merely shrugged. ‘Well it will be a nice start to their savings, and he must have wanted to do it. I’m sure John would be upset if you were to tell him you can’t accept it,’ she pointed out. ‘Just put it in the bank for them.’

Kathy nodded. She didn’t have much choice, but she still secretly thought that it was a very extravagant and expensive gift.

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Christmas arrived all too soon and though John had invited them all to spend Christmas Day at Treetops with himself and Giles, Sunday had decided that she, the girls and the babies would spend it quietly at the lodge instead because Livvy had flatly refused to go.

Cissie was there with her on Christmas Eve when John appeared laden down with presents, which he carried in and placed beneath the small Christmas tree in the living room.

‘I was hoping to give these out tomorrow but, seeing as you’ve chosen to spend the day here, I thought I’d better drop them off,’ he explained, looking slightly crestfallen.

Sunday’s cheeks burned as she saw the amused twinkle in Cissie’s eye and she thanked him graciously, passing him his gifts from her and the girls. When he had gone, she glared at Cissie. ‘Why are you sitting there with that soppy grin on your face? It is usual to give gifts to friends at Christmas, isn’t it?’

‘Of course it is,’ Cissie answered innocently, as she bit into one of Sunday’s delicious mince pies.

With a sigh Sunday turned away. Cissie was her oldest friend and she loved her dearly, but she could be so annoying when she got a bee in her bonnet about something!

Chapter Twenty-One

March 1939