Previously I have mentioned that we didn't have a TV for the first 30 years we were married, we got one to keep mother-in-law happy when she came to visit. She was addicted to daytime soaps.
Back then all our free time was taken up with dancing, as in Latin & Ballroom. We were training, rehearsing, choreographing or travelling, not much time for TV.
My wife being in the ambulance services had to work shifts, that meant around the clock and weekends. Whilst she worked I cooked and cleaned but their was enough time to get lost in a good book. Sometime in January 1975, I saw a detective novel called: "Last Bus to Woodstock," by one Colin Dexter. It was the first of The Inspector Morse books and what a riveting read it was.
I also mentioned previously that my wife and I crossed the pond regularly, we always found time to visit my school friend who lived with her husband in Savannah GA. Sometime in the late eighties we had visited Chattanooga and were heading towards Memphis. Stopping for fuel I noticed an old fashioned, cafe style, restaurant. "Come on," I said, "Breakfast."
We were the only diners, not surprised really, it was the back of beyond. The lady that served our breakfast kept coming back to our table, so attentive. The actual reason being, our accents, you don't hear an English accent in this remote part of Tennessee. It turned out that said lady was a great fan of The Inspector Morse TV series, I hadn't the heart to tell her that we had never seen it, but I was clued up on Morse. The lady knew every small detail, she even thought that all the murders in the UK happened in Oxford. It was a lovely hour spent in good company and in all that hour the silly grin never once left the lady's face. "I just love the way you guys talk," she said.
That lovely experience I can remember like yesterday, but if that lady is as old as me, and is reading this, sorry to say, I still haven't seen Inspector Morse on TV, but I still have Colin Dexter's books.
