The year in Yugoslavia closed down. We came up along the coast and we drove back through Europe eating, possibly rather heavily – which we hadn't managed to do in Yugoslavia – back to England.
And there, we had a talk with Margaret's father, who suggested that I had had a year with his daughter and that I should marry her. Chivalric or not, I didn't like to confront him with the truth. I couldn't bring myself to do that, and I can quite see why I didn't, and that if I had it again, I probably would again fail to have protested, because I suppose the poor man – that was Jack Manson… Jack Manson, he was a good man, I liked him – I suppose he wanted to see his daughter securely married.
Well, so we got married, and she was a delightful lady there's no doubt in many respects. And, as with my first wife, Olive, I had had, or she had had should we say, a boy and a girl, so, with my second marriage, we had another boy and another girl. There's a kind of symmetry there, that might make many people to chew on their metaphysics, wouldn't you think? So it was a successful marriage in many respects. In some respects, it was not as successful and in those respects, I don't want to go into them.