My new dear friend, Freda the Female Giant, called me Emerald every day.
"They don't sound like real names. Hetty Feather! It's ridiculous."
Bertie was a common enough name, even bestowed on royalty.
But today, I was getting two new sort-of brothers, Rory and Jake.
I wanted to stay living in our old place, Mulberry Cottage, the three of us together.
I was so mad that I smashed up the bike, so I don't even have that any more.
My mum's been going out with Sean Godfrey for the last three months.
OK, I said 'Dodie', because I couldn't say my Js properly, but I knew what I meant.
My brothers had holy names, and they were indeed holy terrors. They tormented me royally.
'My dad says this is a witch's pond,' said Rebecca.