I look back now and I seem to have passed through history. My paternal grandfather, who I knew well, was born in 1852. He was in the Boer War and I have his Sam Brown. Both of my parents were born in 1893. My father was in the army in WWI and WWII and I have his badges from both I sat in a plane that raced for the Schneider Cup. I flew from Brooklands. I saw Crystal Palace burning. I also saw King George V and Queen Mary. I sang with many others "Hark! The Herald Angels sing/Mrs Simpson stole our King". My mother had Spanish Flu in 1918 which nearly killed her and contributed to her death later. I saw Amy Johnson and Bill Mollison, and saw the Hindenburg. I went through the London Blitz, did 3 years in the services, did V 1 spotting and was in London when the first V 2 dropped. I was spoken to by Mr Churchill. I met and spoke with Traudl Jung many times. I met and spoke with Richard Nixon, Jane Fonda and Princess Margaret. And now I am treated like an idiot.