Often time puts a different complexion on things. In the late 60’s one camera shop in Bath would not sell anything Japanese because of the inhuman way they treated their prisoners in the war. My DH’s uncle died at the hands of the Japanese at the age of 21 and is buried at Changi and yet we have a Japanese car. Sometimes we let go and sometimes we don’t. I’m not sure if we carry trauma or it is imposed on us.
Just had to put on a cardigan!
We like a laugh.
She was eventually manumitted.