I've told this story before but here goes.
Late FIL did a lot of driving in London. He was on a very narrow road, no room to turn, and a driver coming towards him called, "I think I'd better reverse" and she obligingly did so for quite a distance, which did him an enormous favour. As he passed by and waved his thanks, the driver waved back and gave him a cheery smile. It was Katie Boyle. Dear FIL was a little bit in love with her ever since.
How can *anybody* still see this man as any kind of statesman or world leader?
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