Gweilo
“My father reluctantly said that he would drive us there, returning home to indulge in his usual weekend pastime of pink gin and sleeping. As Wong set the table for an early lunch, my father stood legs apart on the veranda as if on the rolling deck of his own battleship, surveying the harbour through his binoculars.
'Lunch 'edy, missee, master,' Wong announced.
My father stepped into the lounge and announced, 'Beach is off, Joyce. Number One signal's up.' By this, he meant that he had lo...oked at the Hong Kong Observatory on Kowloon through his binoculars and seen a storm warning on the signal mast.
My mother, not to be done out of an afternoon's swimming, replied, 'Are you sure? It's a lovely day and One is only a stand-by . . .' 'Tropical storms can gather very quickly,' my father opined.
'Surely not between now and five o'clock,' my mother came back. 'I don't think we need to be concerned.' To win the argument, my father telephoned HMS Tamar.MoreLess
'Lunch 'edy, missee, master,' Wong announced.
My father stepped into the lounge and announced, 'Beach is off, Joyce. Number One signal's up.' By this, he meant that he had lo...oked at the Hong Kong Observatory on Kowloon through his binoculars and seen a storm warning on the signal mast.
My mother, not to be done out of an afternoon's swimming, replied, 'Are you sure? It's a lovely day and One is only a stand-by . . .' 'Tropical storms can gather very quickly,' my father opined.
'Surely not between now and five o'clock,' my mother came back. 'I don't think we need to be concerned.' To win the argument, my father telephoned HMS Tamar.MoreLess
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