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“Settle yourself in love. I'll pop your case and coat on. I've tried my best to make you feel comfy. If I were your mum I'd be fretting no end about you. Must crack on with your tea'.

She should have felt happy that at last she was free; but at what loss?

She stepped on the tail of a cat stretched out beneath the open window which mixed with the whirl of traffic, raised voices and cisterns whilst the cat with the sore tail shot beneath the bed screeching.

“We have to face facts,” whispered May as she strolled hand in hand with James in the darkening streets of London near their boarding house. They took a stroll most nights after he had finished work. “Mum and Dad aren’t going to change their attitudes are they?

“Well”, he replied, his white stick tapping the pavements into the now darkening street (which of course didn’t matter to them) they can’t stop us from having a normal life. At least you r still in one piece after a month, apart from a few bruises when that chump Bert from three rooms down left his work things in the hallway like that!”

May squeezed his arm.

“The man didn’t think did he? Anyway, I am fine now, and it’s been kind of your landlady to put me up like this. I don’t know how she has found the time with boarders to feed and rooms to be cleaned; she has been so kind and thoughtful helping me in all sorts of ways.

“I know”, James replied as he dropped a letter he had typed to his folks, back home into the letter-box three streets away from their digs.

“She was just the same with me when I arrived here from Coventry last year with my case. Do you know it was her that helped me get my telephonist’s work at Balham Hospital? A nephew of hers works there as a porter I think”.

That following Saturday, James played his accordion down at The Prince of Wales whilst May sat in the snug with a drink. She knew that however much she tried to get her dad to understand he wouldn’t budge from his views. There was as much chance of her dad softening his heart as there was of plaiting fog. She wished for a brighter outcome but had to face the chilling reality. Hearing the rain falling on her window she reached again for her typewriter.

Well, Mum and Dad, here I am again, and still with no word from you. Our very quiet wedding in June wasn’t quite what I had dreamed of when I was a little girl. It was still lovely though. I hope you will understand one day. May thought again of her wedding day...........

“How wonderful of you, thank you, Mrs Franks murmured May, taking a freshly picked bouquet of flowers, wrapped in a thin feeling ribbon?

Remember how they had met up with a couple of’ partially sighted friends!

A room had been booked at a modest hotel for their honeymoon. It was time to think of their new home. At least they could plan for the future and children to.