\'I eke out my days here with care; the eighty-three years of them drawn taut to a single hard knot that weighs me down like a stone.\'From her bed in a Dublin nursing home, Harriet Campbell reflects on the time, long ago, when the second greatest joy in her life was her newborn son James; only her God had a greater claim to her love.. \'I eke out my days here with care; the eighty-three years of them drawn taut to a single hard knot that weighs me down like a stone.\'From her bed in a Dublin nursing home, Harriet Campbell reflects on the time, long ago, when the second greatest joy in her life was her newborn son James; only her God had a greater claim to her love.