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Poem	Just a family get-together in a terrace house in Bradford High tea with a few stuffy aunts I hadn’t seen for years Their husbands in tow like lost dogs sniffing round for food But she came all the same, ushered in politely as a friend Of a friend or somebody’s cousin twice removed though Everybody was a bit put out at first except me so I got Sat down next to her and started to chat but people would Keep chipping in, especially the young men, definitely upper-class Gate-crashers who kept scowling at her and she kept snapping Back at them and I said, "There seems to be a problem to do With suppressed anger, I feel" and even my own son, somewhat Unrelaxed but a genuine Old Etonian nonetheless, looked a bit Embarrassed at the kerfuffle, but he kept standing by me wearing His tails and perhaps it was this that finally sent the young Men on their way and I managed to get her out for a breath Of fresh air in the street and eventually we found our way to Peel Park. Nobody seemed to notice who she was or perhaps they Were too polite to say or they thought she was another Diana Lookalike anyway we had some peace at last and forgetting Protocol I put my arm round her and said, "You’re just ordinary. Like everyone, even the Emperor of China, that’s the secret of life. If there is one" and she started to cry softly and still nobody Noticed and then the people and the park and even Bradford itself Melted away in her tears.
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