I was thinking back to our early days, when you were just a little dab, and your mother used to send you across to the shops for bread, even though there was already bread in the house. Why did she do that when, if she had only waited until I got home, she could have asked me to fetch a loaf?
When I first clapped eyes on her, she was with her friend. I was working at Heathrow Airport in HM Customs & Excise. The two of them used to go into the Staff Canteen at the foot of the Control Tower. I noticed them because Girl A [your mother] invariably wore a grey astrakhan-type coat and sported a 'Scripture Union' badge on her lapel.
Because my parents had brought me up to be a good, G-dfearing lad, I thought I had struck oil. Eventually I used to sit down and eat with them.
More later.
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