Monday 27 November 2017


“I know you said to get off at Leyton and not Leytonstone, or was it the other way round, but anyway, I must have got off at the wrong one and then somehow I couldn’t work out which train to get to the right one, and before I knew it I was in Epping but a darling man helped me find the right train back to Leyton, or was it Leytonstone, but I must have nodded off on the train and then I panicked when I woke and dashed off and I’d only walked a short way when I realised I had no idea where I was and I couldn’t find the station again and I’d lost your address and then a policeman asked if I needed any help, well, I thought he looked rather young for a policeman, of course I did not say that, but I’m afraid I broke down a bit and cried and somehow he found your address in my handbag and drove me here in his police car and was it a good party?“

“Yes, mother,” I said. “Glad you could make it.”