1966.

What a year that was. England won The World Cup. Or did they?

I don’t actually know because I swanned off to Singapore in support of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy, hard though it was. I mean, who in their right mind would choose to do this? The Tropics, eh what. Servants and all that rubbish. But the heat was a bit dire. And the children were frightfully boring, especially the baby. Dear of him. He couldn’t speak a word of English by the time I got him foisted back onto poor old me. He still has a bit of trouble with English despite being 54 years old now. But he is a Singapore Citizen. Such a pity he didn’t join the Singapore Army. He would probably be a General by now.

But then I didn’t choose. I just did as I was told. I went and then I came back. Coming back was the bad bit. I will certainly never recover.

3 Responses to “1966.”

  1. elenamitchell Says:

    How on earth can anyone do this to you and then expect you to be normal? How can a child of two years old who only speaks Hokien ever be normal in an English speaking society? And God forbid for his poor Amah who loved him almost better than I did. That was the real shit.

  2. Elizabeth Says:

    Cripes! THREE posts in one day! Have you got a book coming over you? I cant keep up…..

  3. elenamitchell Says:

    Well, you know what they say about London Busses. None for gages and then they all come along at once.

    I have got a couple of others lurking

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