Meet Greta...

..She was a doll who lived at my Grandmother's house. I am very fond of her.
Whether she first belonged to my Grandmother or my Mother she never said and neither did they.
I used to play with her in a dark old bedroom. She sat beside me as I read fairy tales from an old book. Real fairy stories.. The ones like Bluebeard living in a house with locked doors and blood seeping under the doors.
(They knew how to frighten children properly in those days!).
I found Greta the other day whilst doing a clear out - her dress is no longer the purple hue I remember. But her little grey flannel knickers are still intact.

Not all bad news then!