Dear Fellows,
The first few leaves have fallen and it is now quite dark at what I thought of as "cider time", when I would drink my first (!) glass under the evening sun after a day interfering with the garden.
Clearly we have entered Michaelmas Term. I intended celebrating by sending a photo of Dr Harold Toms. My wretched new machine will not allow me to mail this or any photo, as my old, out of date one did.
Dr Harold, our Deputy headmaster was probably, albeit passively, more responsible for my religious view of life than the Other Harold (Hippo).
On reflection, Harold and Harry are variants of a name which cannot be applied to the same person. Harry Toms? Harold Waddingham? See what I mean. In the case of Hippo, he could never have been a Harry.
On Ft.Lieut. Waddingham, successor to The Swine, I have quite a lot to write, probably knowing him better than most of our little group. Sorry, you will have to wait for this, "With breath that is bated" (H.Poirot).
Now, I have ten members recorded for Strand. Not far off a third of a class. However, we need a litle Roll Call. How is Ray? I do hope he is on the mend. If he is still taking note of my mail, he should know, for old times sake, that standing next to the Elephant and Castle shopping centre/roundabout, more or less opposite the space once occupied by his house, it is possible to see the London Eye without standing on tip toe.
Happy Birthday Richard.
Neil
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