Back to Front by Janet Ollerenshaw

Author:Janet Ollerenshaw
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Intuition, Links, imaginary friends, mediums, psychic abilitiesguidance, spiritual, reincarnation, connections, closure, choices, time, strange experiences, faith, karma, destiny
ISBN: 9781785388965
Publisher: Andrews UK Limited 2018
Published: 2018-05-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“We want you to be his godmother.” Joanna cradled her baby son and kissed the top of his head before passing him to me to hold. I took the warm, softly swaddled bundle and loved him immediately. Of course I would agree to be his godmother; I was honoured to have been asked as indeed I was to be invited back into the Arbuthnot home to care for the new family member. It hadn’t been easy to find my path after the accident and although I was happy with my little cottage I was anxious to find a fresh purpose, a new direction and to find my feet again. Lady Arbuthnot had written to me telling me of Joanna’s marriage and the expected baby. Since the large house in which she alone still resided was much too big for her requirements, they had divided the rooms and Joanna and her young husband, Keith, now occupied the first and second floors. A second bathroom was installed in what used to be the scullery and a second kitchen had been fitted in the small box room that had been my bedroom. Lady Audrey had suggested that I could now live in the top floor attic which had two rooms. I would share a bathroom with Joanna but a kitchenette would be created in the larger attic space, giving me a living room and bedroom of my own. I was delighted with the whole idea and in due course found myself once more happily ensconced in the Arbuthnot household.

Baby Shane, a blue-eyed, blonde haired cherub, was as good as gold and only cried when he was hungry or uncomfortable. My days were spent in a daze of domesticity and before long, despite some of my more painful, broken hearted memories from my previous stay; I was glowing with good health and happiness.

Little did I know that this idyll was soon to be shattered.

* * *

For quite some time there had been rumblings in the press about an impending war. Hadn’t we recently experienced the war to end all wars? Surely our government wouldn’t be so foolish as to let it come about again? I don’t think that many people believed that it would actually happen and when it did, for quite some time, the situation had very little effect on our day to day lives. However, gradually things became harder to find and luxury items disappeared from the shops. A general air of discontent and worry furrowed people’s brows and many social activities, apart from regular sirens that sent us running to makeshift air raid shelters, began to cease. The assurances that it would all be over by Christmas came and went only to be replaced with the vain hope that it wouldn’t last more than a few months and as the years passed, the money dwindled, the men disappeared and optimism turned to apathy.

On Saturday the 14 th of September, 1940, Linton Crescent, was bombed.

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