She was nineteen. I was thirty. By this time the Greens had moved to 506 Uxbridge Road, Hatch End. A detached red brick rectangular house without embellishment, a typical accountant's house. It is quite unrecognisable today. Beams have been painted onto the white washed walls. A porch added. It's position has been effectively changed. In 1956 it was almost a country lane. A ditch ran in front of the garden. I pleased Pam's mother by writing in the snow on the further bank of the ditch 'I like Pam'. One of the attractions of the house to them was the bus route outside. Nowadays the traffic streams past, the ditch has dissappeared. Pam had golden hair at the tennis club. It was that which first attracted me in the early summer of sixty two. Pam was probably in her last term at the City of London College. A bi-lingual secretarial course it included classes on etiquette. Pam remembered this best. How to comport oneself when staying at one's employer's residence for example. Underwear should be discreetly unpacked.