“Well if they are going to start bombing around here, don’t you think it would be a good idea to rent a cottage in the country, like Devon?”said Maggie. Her sister Nell nodded her approval, so they set off; Maggie, Nell and their two children Mary and George for a small wooden cottage in Dawlish Warren.
Miss Hall, the English mistress, got the good readers in the class to stand up and read aloud some ‘Just So Stories’. “Now I know you don’t expect to get homework until you go up to a senior school, but I would like you all to write me a Just So Story at home tonight, and we will read them all out tomorrow.”
Dick had more degrees than a thermometer. His father had been a doctor in a poor part of London, and he had not always charged for his services. Consequently the family had been poor all his childhood. Although sympathetic to his father’s position he was not going to live like that now he was master of his own fate.
George was visiting and playing chess with Victor in his house behind George Street in Hastings. The front door bell rang. As the house stood back off the road and was difficult to get to, it had to be someone who really wanted to see Victor, and as he was about to win he got up and answered the door.
John had read the whole of Proust and announced it was boring. That was not the only thing he had read. In fact he was probably the best read character in Hampstead. His full time occupation was reading, with breaks to prop up the bar in several local pubs; the Roebuck, the Magdella and the George, at various times in the day and the week.
Caroline was beautiful and intelligent. Her husband Karl, was a giant. People said that he was proof that Homo Sapien had interbred with homo Neanderthalis, His bald head sloped backwards and he had immense strength. His wrists were as thick as most people’s thighs. Nearly every evening he frequented the pubs of Hampstead where he cadged drinks off acquaintances.
Michael de Boise was a very good chess player. He had just beaten his girlfriend, Jane, when George arrived. Jane shared a flat with George’s friend Pamela, on the edge of Parliament Hill.
“Do you play? How about a game?” said Michael as he set out the pieces. Much to both their surprise, George beat him.
Thank you, Keith Beal