Hello, I’m Rose. I am what you would call old Littlewich. On holiday recently my
husband Frank died. His old firm helped
to bring him home. He would have wanted to have be laid to rest here in the
village. I have had great support from my friends, especially Mary who you will
meet later I have a lovely home and a most productive garden. I have hens which
lay the best eggs in the world, and I’m self-sufficient in fruit and veg. Now that himself has gone, I can please
myself what I do with my garden, and believe me I will! I have one son called Tom and he has a
girlfriend, called Henrietta. He works away in Scotland, but he rings me quite
often and comes down when he can.
Mum - she’s
not called Henrietta! That’s the name you gave to your favourite Hen! She’s
Helen! Oh sorry, I’m Tom, Rose’s son. I had to leave home for a job in
Scotland, which I love, and is really well paid, and also for a bit of peace
and quiet away from my old man! When I do get back home to Littlewich, I like
to have a few jars and a bit of scheming with my old mate Terry in the only pub
in the village, The Pillar of Salt.
