'And if I seem broken and blue,
'Walk on by, walk on by'.
It is a sad time of year for me.
This period from Bonfire to Christmas always makes me think particularly often of my daughters, Frances and Edie, and what might have been.
At the risk of sounding like a cracked record, I miss them so much.
I cannot pass a day, let alone process through Lewes on Bonfire Night, without thinking of them.
It has been almost three years since I saw either of them.
They have vanished into the ether.
That's what I remember most on the night of remembrance.
I have no idea where E even is. She has completely disappeared from view.
Frances, I assume, has started at university.
It would be wonderful if she could go to see her Grandma.
It should not be hard for her to phone me and arrange to see her in a teashop in town.
Separately from that, I want to meet Edie and Frances. This rift is not right. It is my intention to see them again soon. I know it will happen. I just do not know how.