We travelled down to Wales to meet DH’s parents. His sister, who, like us, in London at the time, had already given me the heads up about them. They were pleasant but once we’d been introduced his mother seemed to talk about nothing other than the girl she actually had in mind for him who was the daughter of a family friend. I didn’t fit the bill in any respect. We went, in the evening, to a local working men’s club and I compounded all his mothers misgivings about me when I refused to play bingo! It never really got any better. We tolerated each other.
Last three letters contd. November 2015



