Looks good, liver and bacon."
I sat down at the square legged table
and breathed in the delicious aroma.
"You spoil me Anne, you really do."
I had met Ruth Ellis just four hours
earlier at Holloway Prison.
The big cell door had clanked and creaked
as it was opened and a frightened
face had quickly looked up
as we entered.
She had nervously shook my hand.
My first impressions were of a very
ill, very small petite
sad looking woman with
a bad left hand.
I guessed about seven stone.
A thread would do her
let alone a rope.
What I liked about my good
lady wife was she never
intruded in my life.
Never asked, just listened.
"I shall have such a busy day tomorrow,
between one thing and another."
"Oh you poor soul." she said.
Then poured my tea.
Ah Mrs Pierrepoint.
My guiding light.
You know I never knew her weight.
Hi Ned
I hope you drank your tea, to "the last drop" and all. I was two years old when they hanged Ruth Ellis. Strange justice in the 1960s, they necked her on largely circumstancial evidence but let Myra Hindley live!