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SIR: When he was sta­tioned at RAF Don­caster dur­ing the war, Flt Lt Jimmy Ed­wards DFC (The Old Un’s Notes, July is­sue) was bil­leted in what was to be­come my par­ents’ house. He made an in­aus­pi­cious start to his time at Ellers Av­enue. In his au­to­bi­og­ra­phy, Six of the Best, Jimmy re­counted an em­bar­rass­ing episode on the day of his ar­rival.

‘The bar stayed open un­til only a few stal­warts like my­self were left,’ he re­called. ‘I found Mrs Moon’s house with the pre­ci­sion of an ex­pe­ri­enced trans­port pi­lot, and crept qui­etly up to my room. My deep sleep was in­ter­rupted in the early hours by a com­pelling de­sire to empty my blad­der, so I stum­bled out of bed and tried to find the light switch.

‘What drunk has not been in that dilemma? I groped along the walls, in a room pitch dark be­cause of the black­out, and even­tu­ally found a fire­place. There was noth­ing for it. This would have to do. With a groan of re­lief I un­bur­dened my­self, and slumped back into bed.’

Jimmy for­got about the in­ci­dent un­til he re­turned to the house the fol­low­ing teatime. ‘Mrs Moon was at the door, arms folded, cold fury on her face. “Come into my front room, Mr Ed­wards,” she said men­ac­ingly. She pointed silently up­wards to a great yel­low stain on the or­nate ceil­ing, stretch­ing from the wall halfway across the room. I never lived it down.’

I cer­tainly don’t re­mem­ber any yel­low stain on the lounge ceil­ing (it be­came our fam­ily home in 1948); so I can only as­sume that Mrs Moon had some good qual­ity dis­tem­per to paint over it. Gra­ham Snow­don, Sh­effield

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