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The Kindness of a London Taxi Driver - A human interest story.

In 1942 I was bringing my wife and our baby daughter back to London from Manchester where they had gone to escape the bombing in London. We had arrived at Euston Station on our way to Waterloo and home to Ewell with a large pram and two suitcases, which took some time to unload from the guard鈥檚 van.

We joined the queue for the taxi rank which by now stretched a long way down the station. As we had no other means of getting to Waterloo apart from walking we could see that a very long wait for a taxi was in prospect.

One cab driver, however, saw our predicament and, ignoring the long queue, drove up to where we were standing and loaded us into his cab together with our luggage and the pram. This was much to the chagrin of the porters and others in the queue ahead of us, many of whom appeared to be First class passengers and officers. Threats were made by station staff to bar the cabbie from picking up fares from Euston in future, but these were ignored. Arriving at Waterloo I paid the ten shillings fare, the cabbie wished us good luck and would not take a tip.

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