Oh

Oh dear

And now I’ve had a chance to read about Bill. I didn’t know

I wouldn’t have written about the garden if I’d known

Oh dear

Arthur, Molly, Bill, my heart goes out to all of you tonight, and I hope with every fibre of my being that you are able to ride this out. I don’t think I could bear it if

I just hope everything’s alright. You know there’s a place for you here if you need it, although I hope to Merlin you don’t have to take advantage because

I’m sorry to hear about Mr Archer, Bill. It’s awful.

I’m so, so very sorry

this is all too

frank?