in my young daysI worked for a millionaire as nanny to his children this is one of the funny things |I experienced whilst in service. This is biographical non-fiction. I wasn't sure what heading to post it under, you don't have a letters and diary category

Hi Sweetie,
I just had to write and tell you about today. What a day it has been!
The memory of it will probably live with me for the rest of my life.

It started off normally, getting the children up, giving them breakfast, then taking them to the playroom.
I was sitting having my breakfast when the boss came in from the morning room and asked me what the plan for the day was. The usual really for Saturday, the boys would play whilst I cleaned their rooms and did their washing, and then, off to the park for a walk and some fresh air.
He asked me not to go too far that morning, because his mother would be coming over to look after the boys. They had decided to take me to a football match--and--I would be sitting in the Director's Box.

Well, a football match. English madness is football. The problem was I supported Manchester United. They were taking me to see Birmingham City. I decided I had better put my Manchester United Badge under the lapel of my jacket. I put the Beau Brummie, their Badge, on the top of the lapel.

Afternoon came so quickly, and we were off. Suddenly, I was in the Director's box. I looked around me and saw a business magnate, made his fortune in the car industry. He is the boy's godfather. Standing glass in hand, his usual pose, was the Minister of Sport. He was at the end year party. We'll say no more. Then there were several other millionaires that I had met at the house one time or another.

My boss came over with a silver-haired, good looking man, he asked him to look after me and so we sat together and shared his blanket. I found out later he was Lord Bath of Longleat, you know that place where they have just introduced the lions.

Once we were seated and the match was about five minutes away from kick-off, a man entered the box. Well, I couldn't believe it; here we all were in our smart tweeds and brougues and here he was, dressed like a tramp. Scruffy hair and beard, horrible navy overcoat that looked like it needed a good clean. I asked my companion who the tramp was and he began to roar with laughter, assuring me an introduction at half-time.

And.....he.....did......oh .........my.......life

Is there a hole I can hide in?

When the blonde tramp turned around and I looked into those bright blue eyes.........I knew immediately I was shaking hands and being kissed by Laurence of Arabia....the British Actor.....Peter O'Toole.

Oh...my....God!

Gotta go sweetie, boys have finished napping.
Write soon