chebby:
plastic penguin:...and it was fairly embarassing to meet a wrinkly OAP..
Why?
Well, because Elizabeth hated Barnes - like most eccentrics he was never there for her or the family.
Back February, I took the M.I.L shopping in Dorking and she started talking to a Liz in a well known supermarket. She introduced me to her, and we chatted for a while. After a few minutes, this Liz, who seemed well educated, very alert for 80-odd year old, asked me what hobbies I had: I turned tho the M.I.L, and had an uncomfortable feeling who it may be, and whispered in the M.I.L's ear: "Is this bouncing Liz?" she nodded yes.
Diplomatically, I handled myself well, confessing I was interested in WWII issues without revealing I'd studied her father (and teaching at my daughter's school about the dams raid) for the past three decades.
As you probably gathered, I'm pretty passionate about it...
BTW, I live about 2 miles from the house where the bouncing bomb was conceived. Very poignant.