Happy weekend, Snippetteers! I have been counting off the days until today as I’m having my first break from work this year, and going away for the week with OH. We’re going hiking and camping in Wales in about 5 hours from now, as soon as the animals have been dropped off at kennels. It’s been a manic week, so I’m really ready for the break.
My mum had her first session of chemo a week ago, and although she’s feeling very weak, other than that she’s eating well and sounds cheerful and positive on the phone.
My car had a makeover this week and has a gorgeous new metallic graphite vinyl wrap on it.
All the major things at work I was trying to wrap up, are wrapped up, so I’ve nothing to do now except load up the car and head off on my trip – when I’ve left you with another snippet from The Power of Will, of course! I should get the chance to read the other snippets while I’m away, and I’m home next Saturday.
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I lost track of time as I read on, eyes glued to the pages and a frown scrunching my brows together as I learned of Peter Fisher, another young man the same age as William. A poor quality black and white photo had been stuck into the journal, depicting a smiling young man in an old-fashioned suit, his light-coloured hair, possibly blond, slicked back from his brow, penetrating dark eyes staring back at me from the page. Peter had been a banker, the youngest son of a prominent family in Ambleside. They met at a rowing event on Lake Windermere and talked over the picnic laid on by the Church.
William was the only son of a farmer. George and Mary Bartlett had hoped for more sons, but had three daughters, all younger than William: Dorothy, Julie, and Maureen. William had worked hard for his father from the age of fourteen, denying his inclinations and making a pretence of a casual interest in the local girls, although he never did anything about it. His sisters all married before they were twenty years old, while William became more anxious about what his future held. He couldn’t tell his parents the truth. The thought that he would eventually be forced to marry filled his days with dread and he became isolated, lost and alone with no one to confide in.
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