Monday 19 March 2018

David Robbins: Tripping up on the pot holes down memory lane

David Robbins

My uncle is a great man for rules. Never lend books; never play out of turn on the golf course; never leave the washing-up until the morning after.

He has lived a well-regulated life. He walked to his civil service job every day, and walked home again for lunch, then repeated the process in the afternoon.

He had such a sense of order, of things proceeding along established and fair lines, that any transgression went deep.

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