17 October 1967
Went into Tonbridge with H. As we walked down the road to catch the bus she started kicking up the fallen leaves, which were very dry. I bent down to tell her to stop because it would dirty her shoes and socks. Then I smelt the dry leaves - which took me back to when I was her age and did exactly the same thing. The memories came flooding back - a very nostalgic moment - so decided not to say anything and let her go on doing it. The socks will wash. The shoes will clean. Perhaps one day the same thing will happen to her when she is with her children, and then she may remember - as I have just now!
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