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I remember when we were at Bletchley Park there was an awfully posh girls who were — we were placed in all the big houses and castles and so on of the district. And this lot had been able to take their ponies with them. Awfully nice. And one of them said to me one day, well you are not out of the top drawer. And I said, I don’t pretend to, I am just me. If you don’t like me hard luck, and walked away. It was there was a small percentage as one would meet anywhere.

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