Quite a diatribe; but it is always interesting to find how other people thought, speak and live in different vernacular from each other.
From my late teens and early 20's, I worked with so many people in the fabric trade; one quickly learned to ignore the few truly obnoxious individuals, but made very good friends with different other individuals.
The son of an acquaintance of my Parents, occasionally took me to a theatre as he disliked going alone. We enjoyed each other's company, had many similar interests and much laughter. He lived in Mayfair, London, Lord John .............(a very old family name, which now escapes me !). However, many years later when I took Ian , aged 14 months, to stay in Melplash, Dorset, while Mummy was in hospital, Daddy, in his early 80's, one evening told me that John had committed suicide not too long after I came to Canada. Such a waste of a highly intelligent decent person.
Bill, That is a great photo of you at your desk, I just wish I had a printer, no space also I would forget how to use one in this ripe old age! May I ask if the framed picture is your Father? A nice compliment to him.
Keep warm in this dreary weather; our heat was turned off last week. So time to move around once more.
Suzanne
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