Each day this lady used to go by… she missed her son because he was in England, he was in Peterborough. And she used to say [to me] ‘Oh, you’re so nice, I do like you…’ So this letter arrived [from her son]. He was saying that he wanted us to get married by proxy, even though we were far apart. And I said, ‘Well, no, I don’t know you’. So what does he do? He sets off from England and turns up in Bovino.