22 MAY 1971, Page 5

and English intruding

This reminded me of an occasion several years ago when my wife came to the head of the stairs to see a stranger standing in the hall below.

'Who are you?' she asked. 'What are you doing here?'

'I can come in, can't 1?'

`No, you can't. This is a private house.' At this. Janet, our Alsatian, barked.

The man turned and went out of the

house. 'Bloody Tories,' he said as he left