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the interim.<br />

That was the first of many very pleasant interludes . . . when<br />

we walked or sat by the river, taking tea at one of the many<br />

open-air restaurants along the banks of the Thames near Lon-<br />

don. It was there we used to enjoy taking a boat and idling<br />

away an hour or so; and the time I fell overboard just appealed<br />

to Carl's keen sense of humor, though to me the incident was<br />

anything but amusing.<br />

Although at the time it seemed there was little, if any,<br />

choice the day we decided to go and live in Weybridge, we had<br />

made an unfortunate decision. It was not a harmonious locality<br />

for us and, in hindsight (a popular phrase since Watergate), we<br />

realized we had made a mistake.<br />

However, ‘needs must, when the devil drives!’, and one<br />

cannot live in London without work . . . or you couldn't in the<br />

days of which I write; but, judging from what one hears about<br />

welfare, unemployment benefits and various grants which are<br />

available . . . well, possibly it is possible to live there now<br />

without working.<br />

As with many people, the Second World War made a<br />

difference to our lives. The place where Carl was employed as<br />

Manager was unlucky enough to be bombed and so many<br />

changes had to be made. He went off from Knightsbridge one<br />

morning and when he reached Conduit Street he found the<br />

area barricaded off, no one being allowed inside. After ex-<br />

plaining his position to a police officer he was allowed to pass<br />

and continued on to the surgical appliance company's offices,<br />

which had received a direct hit from a bomb.<br />

When one brushes away the mists of memory one realizes<br />

what a terrible time we were living through. The apartment<br />

building (or block of flats we called it) where we lived also had<br />

a hit, and that gave me quite a fright. In my excitement I<br />

called out to Carl to ‘come here’ before the place collapsed;<br />

but he didn't come for what seemed minutes, in spite of my<br />

shaking the handle of the door behind which he was engaged in<br />

very private and personal business. That particular episode led<br />

to all the tenants being turned out of the building until the<br />

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