Sunday, June 10, 2007

Saturday 4th April 1936

Returning from Windsor (where I had seen Anne) I called at a coffee stall on Staines Bridge. (10.45 and a cold night.) A young man brought a tramp along and gave him a cup of tea. The tramp drank it via the saucer and shuffled off. Thinking this was the young man’s “good turn” I said, “On the road? Wonder where he’ll sleep?” Quite pleasantly, he answered both my question. “No. He’ll sleep at the same place as myself. He’s my father-in-law.”

What one calls a faux-pas, I believe!

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