There I went to this boarding school in Northamptonshire which was fine and uneventful, and then in the summer of 1940, when all the worst things were happening, when France was falling, when Dunkirk and all that, I was having a very bad attack of measles and was really semi-conscious, I think, only. But I gradually recovered as one does, and barely had recovered when my mother came down and took me out to lunch and said, 'You're going to America.' And I think she thought I was going to burst into tears and say, 'Please, mummy, I don't want to go to America, I want to stay with you.' Instead of which I was incredibly excited. I mean, America, New York, skyscrapers, Hollywood, cowboys, Indians, Errol Flynn! I mean, I couldn't wait to be off. And sure enough, three days, four days later, I was off with my nanny who'd never been abroad before. Suddenly having to take me to America was jolly brave of her. And we took the train to Holyhead and then we took the boat across the Irish Sea to Dublin. And then my mother happened to know the American ambassador in Dublin so they met us off the boat and gave me breakfast, and I rather wish they hadn't because there then followed a drive across the whole of Ireland, which in those days, the roads were terrible. It took a very long time and I was throwing up every half hour because I was appallingly car sick always. It was one of my big troubles.