My dad worked in London and we used to go in with him sometimes to sight see then meet him at his office to come home. We didn't know London very well so had to go to his office by the same route each time. One afternoon we found the way blocked by the police. The roads had been closed to vehicles and pedestrians. We pleaded to go through. Asked if the road would be closed for long. Explained we didn't know how to get to Smith Square any other way. Finally he took pity on us....or just had no idea what we were saying in our Northern accents lol. He said to stand on the corner and we would get a surprise. Not long after there was a lot of police activity and around the corner swept Liz and Phil in their big car. Hence the closing of the roads...she never gets stuck in traffic jams. Anyway we waved like loonies and they waved back. So I can honestly say I've had my own personal wave from Liz and Phil because there was no one else around except saluting police officers.
Retirement is it what you thought it would be?
Voting. I’m so glad we still have the ‘old fashioned’ system…
My father managed to kick the paint pot over at the top of the stairs...she then required a new carpet. On the day, in the neighbours came and were no doubt impressed with not only the television, but the decor too. Lady neighbour drank too much sherry. Almost fell on top of my father as he tried to steady her at the bottom of the stairs. He stepped back, knocked over mother's favourite antique vase which smashed to smithereens, damaged the fresh paintwork and stained the new carpet. I sat in front of the television dressed as Robin Hood. My sister was a squaw. We both had bows and arrows. My mother wore her best annoyed expression [thanks to lady neighbour's clumsiness] and a good time was had by almost all...

