Happy Anniversary, Mummy and Daddy!

Happy Anniversary, Mummy and Daddy! Would that you were both still with us!!! Remembering the story that you told about your honeymoon in Washington, DC. Peter drove his bride (who had no driver's license at that time) to Washington, DC, on there honeymooon, but World War Two had just broken out, and there was no lodging anywhere to be found, ("no room at the inn," as it were,) so Peter drove up to a gas station, filled his automobile gasoline tank with fuel, and as he paid the attendant, asked where he and his bride (Marash Girl's Mummy) might rent a room for the night. The gasoline station attendant, hiding a smirk, pointed to the white pillared mansion across the street, and suggested that Peter inquire there. Shy? Peter was not! And so, following the attendant's instructions, he drove across the street and, leaving his bride in the car, walked up to the door of the mansion and knocked. (No, this is not a "knock-knock" joke!). A man (who Peter later learned was the butler) came to the door. "May I help you?" Peter asked to speak with the owner of the house. When the owner came to the door, Peter explained the situation, and asked if she had a room available for rent. "The idea!" replied the woman, offended at such a request. But Peter, charming as he was (and blonde and blue-eyed, to boot), explained his conundrum. The woman said, "Let me see your wife!" (My guess is that she suspected Peter was with a poz.) So Peter motioned for his bride to get out of the car. The woman requested that his bride "turn around" so that the woman could make a more complete inspection. Jennie obeyed and carefully turned around. Satisfied, the woman invited Peter and Jennie into her home, where they were guests (paying no rent) for the next two weeks, having become best of friends with the owner of the house. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the truth, as Mummy and Daddy told it many years ago!!!!