January 1885
January1885My health hasn’t been good the last few months, and this summer has taken what little energy I have, thrown it onto the street and kicked it away. I haven’t felt this unwell since I was carrying Ernest Douglas. My older daughters have noticed that I’m not up to my usual chores and activities, but the boys are oblivious. Lizzie has been bringing me cups of tea in bed in the morning before I get up and making sure Margaret, Ethel, and David attend school. Margaret will finish school this year.
William is running the finances of the household; still filling the father figure void left by David. Losing Mama last January was hard on William, he had become close to her since our return from New Zealand. He gets the train to St Kilda and takes flowers to her grave at the
