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In early 1943 I met this gorgeous Canadian in Hammersmith Palais. We married in the September — a white wedding — (the dress was a gift from Canada) as we had coupons. George’s brother was best man (also in the Services). When we returned from honeymoon, a telegram informed us that his unit had moved to Goring on Sea and as I still had a few days leave, I went with him; stayed in a superb hotel (affordable as servicemen’s wives were given very cheap rates). George came to tea one afternoon bringing nylons (the first I had seen) and chocolate. I complained that I could no longer wear my skirts and dresses, as I was so fat (I had been 7st 2lb). On returning to London I went to Queen Charlotte’s to see whether I was pregnant. I had been married less than 1 month. The Doctor diagnosed identical twins, as only they grew so quickly; the X ray confirmed this and I was thrilled. I stayed in London through the bombing. George managed to see the babes on the day they were born and the next morning — then left for the Normandy landings — he returned in 11 months for 10 days leave.

My rather long stay in hospital was without visitors — only husbands were allowed. I lay in bed watching the doodle bugs fall through the large glass windows. I had been three days in labour — without food — and after the twins were delivered I asked for something to eat and was given a plate of cold lamb with piccalilli, ugh, the hospital was so busy that even the corridors were packed with beds.

We did not leave for Canada but entered my parents’ antique business, retiring when we were 70 and spent a year in Canada visiting the very large far-flung family. Our daughter went to the Royal College of Music — as did two of the four grandchildren. We have one great grandson and another on the way.

We live a full life, George grows fruit, flowers and vegetables for the family with whom we live. We play Bridge at Clubs three nights a week. George is learning to be a computer buff at the local library. The family gave us a superb Diamond Wedding party — the Queen sent a card. The last 12 years we have spent Jan and Feb in India.

A very happy life.

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