One of my evening class students, whom I shall call John Smith, used to come to the pub with the class after the lesson, and to the annual meal outings at Christmas and Chinese New Year.
He’d been corresponding with a woman in China, as a pen friend, for years until his wife died, after which he married this pen pal. She soon got her son over. Within no time at all, he stopped turning up for these gatherings. Each time he was invited, he said his new wife didn’t approve. Perhaps his work pension didn’t stretch to feeding him, her and her family as well as allowing him little treats outside.
(London, 1980s/1990s)
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