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Looks good, liver and bacon."

I sat down at the square legged table

and breathed in the delicious aroma.

"You spoil me Anne, you really do."



I had met Ruth Ellis just four hours

earlier at Holloway Prison.

The big cell door had clanked and creaked

as it was opened and a frightened

face had quickly looked up

as we entered.

She had nervously shook my hand.



My first impressions were of a very

ill, very small petite

sad looking woman with

a bad left hand.

I guessed about seven stone.

A thread would do her

let alone a rope.



What I liked about my good

lady wife was she never

intruded in my life.

Never asked, just listened.



"I shall have such a busy day tomorrow,

between one thing and another."

"Oh you poor soul." she said.

Then poured my tea.



Ah Mrs Pierrepoint.

My guiding light.

You know I never knew her weight.