Today, I find myself reflecting on how active my life has always been, even now at 65. Its true, I still manage to explore new places and encounter remarkably interesting people. Memories of my youth come to me with both happiness and nostalgiathe freedom we had back then! If you fancied a holiday, you simply went. Whether it was packing for the seaside in Cornwall, camping in the Lake District with friends and colleagues, or even joining a boat trip along the Thames, you could do it all, and it rarely cost much. Those days feel so far away now.
Meeting new people has always brought me great joy. Ive struck up friendships lounging on Brighton beach, and at the West End theatre. Many of these acquaintances have remained in my life for years, much to my delight.
One evening, a mysterious telegram arrived, but my husband and I had no idea who might have sent it. Naturally, we didnt go anywhere. But at four in the morning, our front door rang, rousing us from sleep. I answered, still bleary-eyed, only to be stunned into silence by the sight: Heather, two young girls, an elderly grandmother, and a man, all standing at the threshold surrounded by an avalanche of suitcases and bags. Astonished, my husband and I let them in, as Heather explained:
Why didnt you leave for us? We sent you a telegram! And taxis in London cost a fortune! Im sorry, but I didnt know who sent it! Well, I had your address, so here we are. I honestly thought perhaps wed just exchange letters, thats all!
Heather went on to explain that one of the girls had finished school this year and had decided to attend university. The whole family had accompanied her to offer support.
Well stay here with you! We cant afford rent, and your flat is close to the city centre! Heather declared.
I was completely taken aback. After all, we’re not even related. Why should I let them stay? Feeding them three times a day suddenly became my responsibility. Though they’d brought some food, none of them cooked; I found myself serving meals for everyone.
After three days, exhaustion overcame me, and I asked Heather and her relatives to move elsewhere, no matter where. The ensuing scene was dreadfulHeather began smashing crockery and shrieking hysterically.
I couldnt believe her behaviour. They left soon after, but not before pilfering my dressing gown, a few towels, and, unbelievably, an enormous pot of cabbage stew. I still have no idea how they managed to take the pot; it simply vanished!
