NOVEMBER 1945
We were sitting around in the house doing different things, waiting for Dad. He was out but although it was a Saturday and he normally worked then, he was not at the restaurant. Paula sat at the dining room table with paper and crayons trying to draw pictures of frogs and tadpoles and I was reading a book in the front parlour. I could hear Mum asking Paula to tidy up swiftly as she was waiting to lay the table for dinner. I went into the other room and asked where Dad had got to.
"Well, your guess is as good as mine Bobby," she told me. "He"s behaving very mysteriously."
I helped her clear the table and put a fresh cloth on and Paula managed to bring in a salt and pepper pot as we laid all the plates and cutlery and put glasses out too. Finally it was all ready and Mum was
