We have got a covering of snow this morning & it does look wintry, dear. Grandad is keeping well & I am doing fine. The Dr has finished calling but told me to take things easy. I hope the coal strike does not last long for my coalman ...
Author: Kate Beaulieu
Iwill miss you more than you know go to sleep, dear grandad your memory will linger on we'll remember you with fondness & smile at times gone by stay close, watch over me, my grandad don't ever want to say goodbye rest in peace.
Author: Tracy Timothy
Category: Biography & Autobiography
He had gotten my dear, sweet, far-too-helpful grandad to help clean up his mess. What an arsehole. Grandad, sensing my rage, tried to console me. “I didn't mind, luv. I had a bit of free time this morning, and he was ever so good about ...
Author: CJ Duggan
Publisher: CJ Duggan
My dear Grandad Bob was with us almost every day . He had missed me but was so happy I could walk , there were tears in his eyes . The biggest surprise of all was when our dear friend Sister Pascal walked in , Mum and Dad hadn't told me ...
Author: Ann Whitaker
Publisher: Mediaworld PR Ltd
Category: People with disabilities
She smiled and said, “Yes of course my dear.” Grandad in the meantime on the other side of the cavern was deep in conversation with Dolphim, no doubt hatching some sort of plan. “Yes” said grandad, “in about 20 minutes those kidnappers ...
Author: A.J. Webb
“Dear Grandad Konstantin Makarich,” he wrote. “I am writing a letter to you. I send you Christmas greetings and hope God will send you his blessings. I have no Father and no Mummie and you are all I have left.” .... “Come to me dear ...
Author: Thomas P. Beresford
Publisher: Oxford University Press
Bedtime, just getting in, groan: “Oh, dear, Ed.” It's a young chap. Go across. “What's up kid?” “Oh, just move my leg a bit, ow go steady, now my head, ow.” “How's that?” “Thank you, I'm glad there's someone who'll help a poor .
Author: Eric Edwin Needham
'First, my dear,' Grandad interrupted, 'a toast!' He stood up and lifted his wine glass.'To friends old andnew. Tothe horseswe are privilegedto haveinour lives. And to my beautiful wife.' 'Thank you, my dear,' Grandma smiledand sipped ...
Author: Trudy Nicholson
Publisher: Penguin UK
Category: Juvenile Fiction