The Stories Your Mother Never Told You — Part 3.

In a tattered journal I came across the following account which is of special interest. It was clearly written describing a time when my visitor was little more than an infant. You will see that we’ve named him Billy junior, to help keep things straight. He was evidently dropped at nursery school each morning and his mother would then return home. She was occupied with things altogether more interesting than mere housework. MM

My dear husband Bill has been working so hard recently. He’s really a great source of strength and does so very much to support little Billy and I. And, today being a Tuesday, we have a very special routine.

I waved Bill off to work with a sandwich packed for his lunch, just as he likes. Tuesdays are special for Bill, being assistant manager, as his boss, Mr. Williams is usually out of the office that day. Bill enjoys Tuesdays particularly, as he has to run the operation himself.

As he often tells me, “Valerie, there’s a lot to running a carpet warehouse. All those buildings and offices have nothing to stand on if we let them down.”

“You’re so clever, darling,” I tell him when he explains it to me. “I’m sure I couldn’t even think what I’d do if I had to manage it myself. I really wouldn’t know where to start!”