On Friday evening Rika and I went round to dinner with Rory’s parents. Gen and Rory cavorted upstairs until about eleven o’clock. Rory had got Scalectrix for his fifth birthday.
‘That’s quite a generous present for such a young child,’ I remarked to Rory’s Dad.
‘Oh, it was only ninety-three pounds’ he replied. It must have taken considerable negotiation with Rory’s Mum to have got away with not getting something wholesome and wooden from the Early Learning Centre for about the same amount of money.
Rory’s Mum was adamant that Rory would not be allowed to play with guns, a disappointment to Gen who was heavily into the Gulf War at the time. He became quite adept at smuggling arms into Rory’s house. I got a bit of an earful from ...