Hetty Feather's Diary: Friendship

My name's Hetty Feather - and this is my diary.

I can’t believe it – Sheila was actually being nice to somebody! Perhaps she really does have a heart after all! And fancy it being Mrs Whittock who brought out her kindly side

Mrs Whittock was old enough to be her grandmother but Sheila really was a friend to her all the same. Their age difference didn’t matter – both of them like cooking and because of that they appreciated each other. Sometimes, it’s what you have in common that’s what matters, not how old you are or what you look like. And I know Sheila’s going to miss her something terrible.

She’s asleep in bed now while I write this but I could hear her crying herself to sleep as she lay there. She’s going to miss Mrs Whittock more than anyone. Sometimes, when it was tea-time in the kitchen, Sheila would bake Mrs Whittock her own jam tart and put her initials on it. And she’d always carry her warming-pan to her room for her and put it in her bed so Mrs Whittock’s back wouldn’t ache so much in the morning. Now, at least Mrs Whittock won’t have to work so hard and Sheila has her recipes to remember her by.

I suppose we all have our good sides - and our not-so-good sides too. That’s why Sheila and I are friends – and enemies at times! But Sheila stuck-up for Mrs Whittock and I like her for that. Perhaps I need to cheer Sheila up – but how can I do that?