I think you took down some of the initial features of arriving at Heathrow and going to see Ron Blass.  But then, Mary and I went into London where we discovered - perhaps we knew it from Mr Blass, or his PA, Betty Hartel - that no arrangements had been made for us to stay anywhere, which we found a little bit peculiar, because we were somewhat more used to the way American corporations handled chief executives [when] they were [moved] from one city to another.  And we thought a company like Penguin, owned by Pearson, would have some experience with this kind of thing.

So we took that on faith, but were slightly disappointed when we discovered that we had to do everything ourselves which we didn't mind doing, but we were foreigners in England and London, and didn't know what things cost, and didn't know where one should ideally or temporarily live.

And an arrangement was made for the Goring Hotel, where we camped.  And really, we camped there because there was the bed in the room that we were given.  And, as I recall, we had a suitcase open to the left side of the bed and to the right side of the bed.  And we would, for months, step out of the bed into the suitcases.

Well, I went to work each day, and Mary scouted around with different estate agents for either a temporary house to rent, or maybe even a house to buy, or a flat to buy, or whatever.  And I didn't have any time, really, to aid her in any of this.  So she did pretty well, I think.  And we finally rented something behind the Royal Court Theatre, not so far from Sloane Square, a house on a six-month rental, after perhaps a month in the Goring Hotel.  And life began in a more or less reasonable fashion.

We discovered it wasn't exactly where we wanted to live, wasn't exactly the kind of house we wanted to have, or flat, but these things didn't matter so much to us.  We were younger then.  We were younger then.  And very happy to be in London.