There was something amazingly alluring about seeing the MBGs (moonbasegirls) waltz through these corridors?!? Haven't a clue what that is - but there it is! And YET again I recall the day I was sorting my telegrams in order to deliver in Kensington, London, and saw her name on one (I repeat this moment so often here as my claim to fame   )... But I could not speak when she came to the door... though thankfully she gave me a broad smile as she took it. I was a bit of a stunner in those days though....        I wonder if she ever thinks about me???