"You should write a book about me." What?

Dan, my Czechoslovakian husband, was usually shy about himself, yet he still had tales to tell of his escape from battle during the 1940's. He was able to paraphrase his description of the dangers, he worked hard now in gratitude of the job he had been given in Australia, and he could heartily join in the family giggles at his imperfect English.

I had a tender pride for his bravery. It would be something good to immortalise. So I did write a book, its story not strictly factual but redolent of his past and somewhat similar to our wobbly lifestyle - which I had quickly learned to enjoy.

I hope you enjoy it too.