Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
? Stop and search
D used to say that I never went out without having an adventure. Today I went only as far as the Post Box at the end of our road. As I was returning a Police car drew up and a handsome young policeman came across to speak to me. He was very polite and asked me how I was. I said "Fine" He then asked my name and I said "Jessie Bowler". He said "Not Bessie?" He asked where I lived and I told him and said I was on my way home after going to the post. He apologised for bothering me and explained they were looking for someone and I fitted the description. I said "Poor thing." He grinned and went. I suppose one dotty old lady with white hair looks very like another to the young.
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