September 14th 10:27 Forest Gump?
In June !950. I joined the Royal Air Force.
The day before, I met a young girl in Staines, she said she would write to me while I was away.
To my surprise she did, not only that, but she sent me some rock cakes that she had made specially for me.
Now, as I have said before, I have never been very good with girls, and this was something new to me, I had never received or written any letters before, let alone one to a girl.
So, as I have always done when I find myself in trouble, I resorted to humour, I wrote back and thanked her for the lovely cakes, and said, jokingly, that they were just like real rocks.
I never heard from her again.
Such is the mystery of girls!
Fortunately, I was posted to Egypt, and never spoke to another girl for three years.
But even there, I seemed to be the odd one out, all the other blokes were getting lots of letters and food parcels, of Penquin biscuits, and such like, I had just a letter from my mother now and again, no biscuits, not even a Mars bar!
Then, surprise! surprise! I had a large parcel from my sister Iris.
As was usual when some lucky Airman had a parcel from home, we all gathered round to share the goodies.
I tore open the neatly wrapped parcel to gasps of amazement, as a large packet of ‘OMO’ washing powder emerged.
As I have mentioned before, I never seemed to get on with girls, now the boys are shunning me!
Forest Gump, eat your heart out!