I took £10 out my jar which, after another year's repairs, stood at over £100, a king's ransom in those days. I wanted to buy a battery charger and ...ome test instruments. The war had stopped new stuff appearing on the market but second hand equipment was still available.So, one bright morning in March 1942, I got the bus to Eastbourne station. I bought a return ticket to Victoria. The train, when it arrived, was dirty and slow. We made our way up to London. It was a far cry from my memories of. In all honesty, I was not quite sure what to expect. ‘Town’ was a middling sized municipality to thirty thousand people, a place for which the word ‘provincial’ was made. Called Club Bisou or the ‘Kiss Club’, Brigitte used to work there.My curiosity got the better of me, innocuously I thought she had been a barmaid or waitress. Brigitte’s coy avoidance of the subject turned into a playful game of cat and mouse. Nagging at me relentlessly, her effort to tease me with snippets of her past life,. 'Alright, whats up?' Mia listened. 'See the thing is, im not too good in History. Its boring and... i need to pass.' Paul began. 'And the thing is you're so good at it. Could you tutor me and help me raise my grade?' 'Umm, Paul. You got all them girls you courting every day here & none of them can help you?' Mia asked. 'Dont worry bout them. Im trying to pass this class. I think i can make that happen if i had help from... you.' Paul picked up Mia's free and and held it delicately. 'Paul, i got. He said that he'd received a call from the "Bean Counters", and that our inventory was off by quite a bit. They wanted us to re-do it again, there was talk of an investigation he said, if we couldn't reconcile or account for the discrepancies. "Are you willing to work on Saturday, he asked, I know you're usually off?" I shrugged 'yeah, at time and a half, I'll be making big money, I said with a smile. ' He nodded, Good man, knew I could count on you. 'Well anyway, he said, be ready to.