Richard Kettlewell

[x] None of the above. Some time when I was - six? - I went shopping for a birthday present for my mother, alone. (As in, she was somewhere in the village but not with me - hard to believe at that age, but 6 is the oldest I can believe making myself in this story.) I went into the funny little shop that sold handkerchiefs etc., but they didn't have anything I could afford, and I was very upset, cried, etc., didn't know what to do. The shopkeeper told me I could have the packet of handkerchiefs for all the money I could have. So I took it without (fully) paying, but it wasn't stealing. Needless to say my mother was mortified and went back and paid the difference. (But I'd love to know what she thought she was doing letting so young a child do this alone! Those were strange times.)