The morning "wake up service" from the batting ladies.
The door of my room in the mess used to be flung open, a cup of tea was slapped down on my bedside table. The required surly "Morning Sir" wake up words were said and the door was closed again very loudly.
However, the occupant of the adjacent room down the corridor got an obviously different service. His door was very quietly opened and then closed immediately and almost silently, but I heard it. It was often a good few minutes before it was then opened again, more loudly, a cup of tea rattled about, and the door banged shut again.
He later married her.
(Surprising really, as he also went onto Jaguars.
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