It was without conscious thought that I picked up the phone to ask Ann if she would join me."Hello David. It's lovely to hear from you." Oh I dialled ...he wrong number, I was going to order a take away." I am the only one on the menu, so you can take me. Delivered or collect?" Thirty seconds and we were at it again, banter and laughter. Eventually we calmed down and I could ask the question."Ann I have just got back and thought about going out for an Indian meal. I hoped that you could join me?". I bounced in their arms as theyran across the field to one of those huge and long trucks.My sight dimmed for a split second, but I saw the farmer's wife openthe back door to the truck before she got in. She turned to face us,both hands hurriedly waving at herself, and I knew whoever held me waspassing me off to her.Before the back door to the truck was slammed shut, I was laid acrossthe seat and her lap. The moment I saw the potato farmer, Peter, getinto the front to bring the truck roaring to. This was a familiar situation, though I was years out of the Army. "Hurry and wait" is the expression. Hurry to be ready, then wait until scheduled. Since the Army was metaphorically dragging me out to the South Pacific, there was a certain symmetry. It did not calm my fidgeting.Instead I found a peace watching Sheila work. Most people hate being watched, but she did not seem to notice. I could see why. Even I found her work engrossing. The studio supplied video clips, from several angles, of a. ‘I think not. I shall call you Elise, though, I think.’ ‘That sounds nice.’ He asked me if I was married, and when I replied that I was separated, he said, ‘Ah, but you still wear a ring?’ I slipped the gold band from my finger. ‘There!’ It seemed a natural thing to do, but he was leaning towards me, and suddenly reached out and took my hand. ‘I have often been accused of being too direct, my dear,’ he said, ‘but I hope you don’t mind me saying that I should like to make love to you.’ I suppose.