I had invited him and his wife to my birthday party. I bumped into him the day before at the village coffee morning and he asked me how old I was going to be. He didn’t wait for an answer, but suggested a figure himself: 21! He looked at me expectantly, chuckling a little. I thanked him for the compliment, but thought I couldn’t allow him to believe that. I whispered I would let him into a secret. The real figure was…33! I had him laugh, now, and I wondered with disgust, why. He passed on to another subject. I took revenge on my birthday when I told my visitors what had happened to me: a courteous gentleman – I wouldn’t give his name – impudently inquiring about my age. One of the wives present recognized who was meant, because he had told her the story already. At the end of the evening he came up to me paying me a mighty big compliment on how young I was looking and kissing me sweetly on my cheek. I returned his kiss and said he had made up for it, now.
Table of Content
- FOREWORD
- A concert
- Zn
- Clothes make the man
- Jean
- Problems when writing
- More problems
- George
- George’s wife
- Aldous
- New Friend 1st July
- 2nd July
- 3rd July
- 4th July
- 5th July
- 17th July
- Good deeds, etc.
- New Friend’s neighbour
- Johnie
- Johnie again
- An Irishman
- Yan in retrospect
- The Vicar
- The Butcher
- Aunt Maisie
- Evening at Aldous’
- Paul
- The Chimney Sweep
- At Mrs Rivers’
- Mr Hackitt
- The Churchwarden
- Aldous
- Aldous’ wife
- Money
- Jeremy
- The Greengrocer
- Visitors
- Village life
- Mr Orms and his wife
- Aunt Maisie
- The Dentist
- Stamps and what they mean to us
- Village life (contd.)
- Yan
- Jeremy