Visiting your Dad in hospital, I was daydreaming in the cafeteria gathering strength for the long journey to the ward when I heard someone say very softly 'it's der Teufel'.
It was Alan and Jane who had come down from the ward. Alan was quoting from his schooldays when he was indoctrinating a Jewish contemporary into Marxism.
The boy eventually invited Alan home for tea. The door was opened by his mother, who was possibly a rare breed of Sunderland Tory. Leaving Alan on the doorstep she shouted up the stairs 'It's der Teufel'.
Monday 23 June 2008
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