Every location brought back an emotional recollection of places and events forgotten during the subsequent 50 years. The journey provided for me a reassuring certainty that my years from 5 to 12 provided the mould for the adult I was to become.
Growing old is renowned for not having too many advantages attached. I thought I might have stumbled across a new one.
GOF, with Globet in tow, arrived unannounced at each of his childhood abodes and provided a suitably suave and debonair introduction to the current owners;
"Good afternoon Sir, My name is GOF, and, in the middle of the last century I lived in this house."
My performances earned entry, tea, biscuits, and cakes at each location, plus one jar of apricot jam, together with an escorted tour of each property.
I was beginning to dream of wider applications for my new and obviously convincing social skills.
My pride in the power of seniority was however short lived.
Globet removed me from my newly acquired pedestal by suggesting that had I not been accompanied by an attractive young woman at the time of these introductions, then I probably would have had doors slammed in my face, and been arrested for vagrancy or impersonating a religious salesman.
So, unfortunately it is time to quit while I am ahead.
That's what I like about Globet. She keeps me from exceeding my station in life.
I also enjoy immensely her company and sick jokes.
Thank you Globet for uncomplainingly allowing me to throw a large spanner into your social works, and for your tolerance of all my repetitious life stories. You are now free to clobber me if you hear them one more time.
The last week has, for me, included some of the most wonderful days of my life. I suspect also that when Globet gets to my age she will not have forgotten the time when she had fun with her Dad on a little road trip.