Mrs F-C and I got to talking about Miss Kneebone this morning, sitting behind a blonde woman on a moped on the way to work.
Miss Kneebone was my grandma's lodger in the early Seventies. She was a meek librarian who lived in the flat conversion upstairs. I don't really remember her, but I've always remembered her name. And that she didn't own a TV. She must have read lots of books.
When she moved to Devon, grandma and Miss Kneebone (I'm not sure I ever knew her first name) stayed in touch for a couple of years, then one day she received a letter from Miss Kneebone's brother saying she'd been knocked off her moped and killed, and thanks for the present but he thought he'd better return it.
It came as quite a shock.
So everytime I see a woman on a moped, I think of Miss Kneebone. RIP.
Consequent lodgers involved a cake-making supply teacher called Cywen and a transsexual called Francois.
Have a great bank holiday weekend, whatever you're doing.
