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DAD’S CHRISTMAS WISH
Julia Williams
Copyright
Published by Avon
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2015
Text copyright © Julia Williams 2015
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Ebook Edition © December 2015 ISBN: 9780008173241
Version: 2015-12-02
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
January
February
March
Easter
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
Read on for an extract from Make a Christmas Wish!
Keep Reading – Make a Christmas Wish
Keep Reading – Granny’s Christmas Wish
Keep Reading – My Christmas Wish
About the Author
About the Publisher
January
Kenneth Harris drove his battered Volvo through the gates of the Priory Lane allotments, pulled up by his allotment, unlocked the boot and let his dog Alfie out, as he rooted around in the back for his tools.
“Come on boy,” he said, as Alfie, a small mongrel of indeterminate providence, leapt out beside him, wagging his tail in excitement. “Cold day for it isn’t it?”
Cold was putting it mildly. 1st of January, and an overnight frost hadn’t melted thanks to the early mists having settled into a dull grey misery. There had been no snow over the festive period, but a succession of bitter days when the sun barely shone, so the frost never melted and the nights descended into freezing fog. There was going to be precious all point digging, but Kenneth was feeling guilty about getting his onions in before Christmas. Maggie would have had his guts for garters.
Christmas … Well at least it was over for another year. Another year when he’d pretended to his daughter Emily that he was all right, by organising a constant stream of invites from the willing women in the village. The last, Suzy, had been more enthusiastic than he’d bargained for and insisted on feeding him strawberries by the fire. The moment when Emily walked in was excruciating for all concerned.
“If only she knew, eh, Maggie?” he said out loud. “Trouble is, girl, there’s only ever been you. But I’m trying to do as you asked and find someone else. You’re right. I’m no good alone.”
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