Thelma and me (Summer of 65) part 1
Thelma and Me (Summer of 65) Part 1 Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very revealing bathing costume. Normally she would wear a t-shirt and shorts just like I was wearing. “Mum will go mad if she see’s you wearing that,” I gasped as my elder …