At that time the only bathing place was down the viaduct, so in the summer we all used to go down there for bathing. At that time too we had the first refugees from Belgium and they were given a house in the Stratford Road. Well these refugees got invited out an awful lot, out for meals and things and were made a fuss of and my close friend…who lived next door to me, I think we were a bit envious of these refugees and the treatment they had, so one day, coming up from bathing in the river we pretended to be refugees and we jabbered away in what we hoped sounded something like a foreign language and 2 ladies stopped us and asked us if we were refugees and we nodded and they gave us a penny. Well my little friend had a conscience and she was quite sure that that penny would bring us nothing but bad luck so she persuaded me to bury the penny down the bottom of a pole down the Haversham Road that earlier on had been knocked down with the blizzard. Well, by the time we’d got to the station I’d. persuaded her that it was a wicked waste of a penny so we went back and we tried to dig this penny up and as all the poles had been redone and the soil was loose, we never found that penny.