Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

CHAPTER FIVE
Weybridge was a busy place during the war years, Vickers
Armstrong's Aircraft Company being in the vicinity, and pro-
viding employment for thousands of people. Each morning,
around breakfast time, the avenue beneath our window was
buzzing with motor cars, trucks and bicycles—all on their
way to Vickers; but after an hour or so, the road was almost
deserted again. Yes, we were continually reminded of the war.
Of course Brooklands' race track, also in the Weybridge
district, was known all over the world.
For us it was a fairly quiet period in our lives for we did not
lead much of a social life, having very few visitors. Carl was
not fond of mixing with people, so his employer held this
against him. If you want to succeed in business life, it seems
you must smoke, drink and BE SOCIAL, whatever that means!
A few of my acquaintances came to visit us ‘out in the
sticks’ and I remember one in particular, a nurse who had but
recently been married. She had flouted hospital regulations
and married one of her patients in the hospital. Although her
name escapes my memory, I have several reasons for remem-
bering this young lady—not the least being that she was an
excellent nurse, admired by staff and management alike. Her
husband, prior to the marriage, had suffered a motor-cycle
accident; thus he became a patient, having one leg amputated.
During his illness and convalescence, no doubt partly due to
the extreme care he enjoyed at her hands, he fell in love with
his nurse. After his discharge from hospital, there were many
escapades, after hours, and it was not long before wedding
bells were ringing for nurse and patient. Around that particu-
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