Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?
Yes, on his way home from work, my dad called at a book stall that was opposite my granny’s drapery shop. He bought me a copy of Rudyard Kipling’s “Just So Stories”. I think he paid sixpence for it. It was a nice surprise present and I enjoyed reading it.
Dad was also a comedian and loved bathos. One time we met in the shop and he said he had a special surprise for me. It turned out to be three pence worth of dripping (beef fat). I’m laughing even now, over sixty years later.
