Q. My wife can attest to the efficacy of your
correspondent's accidental discovery of a means of picking up a few bob by hanging around outside Harrods and being mistaken for a flunkey. We had dipped into the Royal Festival Hall for a quick coffee. My wife's visit to the Ladies coincided with the end of the interv-al. She happened to be wearing a blue denim dress of rather severe cut. As the Tammy intoned the imminent recommencement of the programme, my wife, seeing their plight, held the door open for a gaggle of flustered ladies as they ran for their seats. The last one, however, stopped, rummaged hurriedly in her handbag, and pressed a 50p piece into my wife's hand. She was too nonplussed to protest. With encroaching age, and in these uncertain times, it is as well to have such things to fall back on. I would welcome your reader's further suggestions.
D.H., Woodford, Essex A. Thank you. May I encourage readers with similar ups to submit them for our enjoyment.
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