How casual our attitudes have become!
The neurologist was really apologetic; he had no idea how close he was to being hugged. I managed to resist whooping and look crestfallen.
On Boxing Day we made a careful list of all our presents and who had given what and to whom we had to write and say thank you. Times have changed.
I have never in my life had 13 different kinds of tea and coffee in the flat. I had no idea they even existed, let alone might find a lodging with me.
“Never despise rabbits in hats,” CS Lewis told my mother.
Recovering from a particularly nasty bout of ‘flu has been like negotiating the lower slopes of the Himalayas wearing large furry bedroom slippers.
My goodness I was lucky! Out of all the girls, when he had the pick of dozens (of his own nationality for starters), he picked me.
A little reflection for Christmas!
Have you been displaced? Slung out of your home with just half-an-hour to collect your things? BH knew all about it; and about arriving here to an uncertain welcome.
BH always advised the “Fruit of the Loins” (as they were known collectively) to take up Accountancy.