“Are you trying to get me drunk,” said Gloria with a smile on her face. “That all depends on whether you want to get drunk or not,” I replied....During a wonderful meal, we talked about our various lives and how we coped. I hadn’t had much time to talk to her at home, as some nights I worked through until 7 or 8 o’clock. My dinner would be ready in the microwave for me to reheat. Gloria told me she had been a widow for about 10 years and she had decided that it was too lonely to keep living in. I have a “lover” (more accurately a sex partner) who is less than half my age. The way that came about is, I hired a guy to paint a couple of rooms in my house, and he brought along a very young assistant, Cecil.About two weeks after they finished, Cecil showed up and asked if I had any odd jobs he could do. It so happened I did. Over the next couple of days, we talked and I found out he was older than he looked, (although a grown man, he’s the boyish type), was married and had two little kids.. They were picked up, and are now back in their home Counties, in temporary foster homes. Mrs. Templeton will be going over to see both boys sometime this week, and then having talks with some of the administrators of the child care system in each County. Once they talk, we'll know more about what's going to happen to the boys. They might be coming back, or they might not be."Up until that point, I don't think it had occurred to any of the boys that their case workers might decide to pull them. Up in the loft was another section that dealt with matters of a more secretive nature. It was here where the Intelligence services did their job of ferreting out the double agents floating in our midst, it was here where our own fledgling undercover operations were working diligently to infiltrate the British regular army camps and even a small German-speaking contingent to decipher those German language communications captured on the battlefield. The interrogation section consisting of two.