I understood that there was a nine-hole golf course in Melsetter village (actually wishful thinking on the part of the residents), so also had golf lessons and progressed reasonably well, and had a game with Rita at Clovelly Country Club shortly before she married Mannie in Johannesburg. I saw them off to Europe in the mailboat when they sailed from Cape Town.

Now that Pat was in what appeared to be firm employment we decided we could get married some time in 1937, but Pat, being fully extended starting fencing, paddocking and stocking Orange Grove with sheep and cattle, also had to get a house built. He chose to use local stone, so building was unfortunately slow, and Mr Kloppers was engaged to supervise the builders.

Mother reckoned that I needed some experience in cooking and housekeeping, and I quite agreed with her, so I gave in my notice to Mr Wilson. He tried to persuade me to stay at least a bit longer, and offered an increase in salary which was then �15 a month, quite a good sum for those days. I said, however, that I must leave, and then I was asked what I�d like for a farewell gift from the Cape Times editorial staff, and I said a camera.

On my last afternoon, at a function at which practically all the editorial staff were present, I was bade farewell and given a lovely, very expensive Exakta camera which Arthur English taught me to use. I did appreciate the gift, but was horrified at the amount which had been spent on it, raised through voluntary contributions. If I�d ever dreamt there�d be such a large sum, I�d have given a whole list of things I wanted, and settled for a cheaper camera, but that one did give me lots of pleasure. (Later I sold it, and bought a cheaper camera and - the important need - a wind-up gramophone and records for the children.)

Sadly I said good-bye to my colleagues, as I had enjoyed my time on the Cape Times and had made some very good friends. George (I never called him anything but Mr Wilson, but we all on the staff referred to and thought of him as George) wrote me a wonderful testimonial.

One evening in December 1 was at a party in Somerset West. Faith was our hostess, but I�m not sure if she and Allan were married or whether she was there with her brothers Bill and John. During the evening we put on the wireless, and, stopping dancing, we sat silently and listened to the abdication of Edward VIII.

I had, of course, told Kenneth of my firm decision when we got home in September, but I still saw him quite often. Mother was moved to remonstrate: �Are you being fair to Pat?�, and I did see Kenneth less often. But it was tempting to have an escort always ready at the drop of a hat to accompany me. One Saturday afternoon at tennis at the Spilhaus�s, Molly said: �Let�s all go dancing at Kelvin Grove tonight.� It was decided that all who could make it would meet there later in the evening.

I phoned Kenneth, having assured Mother that we would be in a party and not just ourselves, but in the event Molly and I were the only ones from the tennis party to get to Kelvin, and she and I were both accompanied by partners who were not our fiances, but all enjoyed the evening.