When Barbara Castle came for tea (Rousse)

Centenarian Barbara Castle was discharged from hospital into our company.

I was slow to offer her a cup of tea, but Mrs Castle didn’t seem to mind: she explained that her hospital ward had been awash with hot drinks. My paternal grandmother, however, counted this as yet another failing of her wayward grand-daughter.

I hoped that Mrs Castle might persuade my grandmother that I wasn’t as hopeless as she believed.

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