by Ruby Holmes
ISBN: 978 1 84747 025 6
About the Author
" I was in my Granddad's chilly house in Surrey on Boxing Day, 1987. I was six-years-old and wrapped up like a pile of knitting to contain the teeth in my chattering jaws. Central heating took the form of two open fires in the draughty 1920's detached property in the wealthiest county in England. Granddad, after years of practice, had managed to get everything into the living room that could possibly be needed so that nobody had to move more than two feet from the hearth. The toilet was upstairs and thus out of reach of the warmth but, if he knew we were coming, Granddad would fill the bath with hot water from several kettles to raise the air temperature and thaw out the loo seat. The long run up the stairs from the front room to the bathroom was something of a frosty gauntlet that, although shiver-inducing, rewarded the conqueror with a renewed appreciation for the heat from the fire that roasted the toes and pinked the cheeks upon their return. It was suggested every year that Granddad travelled to Devon and stayed with us for the festive season but this, he reiterated annually, would run the risk of the pipes bursting on account of his absence from stoking the coal fires.
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It was absolutely brilliant, Ruby's been through some unbelievably crazy stuff but her sense of humour is brilliant throughout! And what a journey! It's heartwarming to know that somebody who has had such a life can achieve some amazing things and has done the things she has, and it serves to teach us all that we can learn something from her. Whether we have an illness or not.