The Long Walk continued . . .

After having our fill we walked to Haven Green. It was a nice place in the select part of Ealing. Finding our usual seat, the sun shone.

"We did not do so bad yesterday," said dad, "here and there I was able to get a little money, but we must save for a rainy day."

"I think today you can go to your Aunt Kate's. She also lives in Lancaster Road. The third house on the right. Be careful what you say and mind your manners. See you here at 2 '0' Clock."

I was not so tired now and seemed to be recovering from the long walk.

Aunt Kate was a quiet person, said little but had deep feelings.

"I heard you were here, Albert. Your Aunt Emma called in. Where did you sleep last night?"

Dad had warned me beforehand of this question. "A place at West Ealing that dad knows," I replied..

My answer was accepted, or was it?

"You may stay to dinner, your uncle will be home then."

My Uncle Harry was my mother's brother, a milkman who worked at Long & Pococks.

I sat in the corner reading comics. I think it was 'Lot o' Fun' and 'Chips'.

Time soon passed and uncle arrived carrying some milk in a tin they used in those days. He sat in the armchair and was soon asleep.

Aunt got the dinner ready, "Wake up, Harry, don't you know you have a guest?"

Uncle smiled and kissed my cheek. It was a nice meal, meat pudding etc. I was not asked any questions. No doubt Aunt Emma had given them a full report.

Just before 2 '0' Clock I took my leave with 9 pence, a joint effort of aunt and uncle.

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