The work was not taxing. It seemed that work was second to the social goings on.
Many staffers followed the local rugby competition and It would be common for me to natter and chat without deference to the fact that we were being paid to work.
It was that wonderful time in my life that I began to have dalliances.
My first "love" was Lydia S. Her parents were Latvian refugees.
She had flaxen blond hair in a ponytail. She was tall and very pretty in spite of being "heavy".
I used to borrow dad's blue VW wagon to go courting.
we were in the backseat when in the early hours of a Saturday morning November 21, 1963, we heard the news that the American President Kennedy had been assassinated in Dallas, Texas.
It made us stop and sit up.