(Beautiful women)
I asked the woman whether she had a strong opinion about
some radical reforms introduced in her country many decades ago. She’d been telling me about some
difficult old times and some good old times: her childhood in Cardiff, her
Irish grandparents, her many siblings of whom many died, her difficult school
years, the easy community spirit, the bustling port of Cardiff and
thrilling Tiger Bay when they were still a bustling port and a thrilling bay*. “Of course I had
a strong opinion.” She paused to build up the suspense, or so I
thought. “But I just can’t remember what it was".
(The strength of the opinion survived, in memory, but not the opinion itself. Interesting.)
