Excitement of London

Tower of London.
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As per usual I had a good laugh over Bill Lawless’s column, Lawlessly Yours (Science has killed simply family fun, July 1), it reminded me of a tale from my childhood, of a brief holiday in London.

We had moved to Morecambe when I was six to take over the family property on the corner of Park Street, which seemed gloomy to me as a very small child.

We had lived in a modern terrace house in Streatham, my father working in a chemist shop in the city, just by the monument to the Great Fire.

At the back of all the small gardens was a park with tennis courts, roses, lawns and swings.

When we moved up here my grandparents were delighted to move into our small house, from their much larger one in Brixton.

A letter came to invite my mother to stay with myself and my younger brother for a week at least. We packed immediately and were on the first train back to London, we were excited.

After going to the Tower of London, Madame Tussauds, having a toasted tea cake at Lyons Cornerhouse, the Natural History Museum, etc, we went to the zoo – well, my aunt suggested a ride on a camel, a quite horrid, hairy one. I sat round its neck.

That night she undressed me in order to give me a bath and was horrified to see lots of red bumps on my chest.

I was plunged into hot water, scrubbed with Lifebuoy soap and drenched in TCP. A really awful experience. I won’t forget that flea in a hurry.

Mrs S J Morley

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PS: War was declared whilst we were there.