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I recollect that my first professional assignment with
Hugh was to value a house on the Southcourt Council Estate which, surprisingly
for those days, was being bought by the tenant. We duly rolled up mid way through
the morning and Mrs Mop answered the door with her hair in rollers, "we
are from the insurance company, come to do your valuation" says Hugh, "but
you can't come in without an appointment I haven't made the beds yet".
"Gal - that's alright as long as you've emptied the piss pots". "Oh
you'd better come in then". Another lesson learned by Rogers.
Christmas office parties were the highlight of the year. There would be a one hundred percent turn out at Tring Hill Cafe and after a fair amount of imbibing games would commence. Teams from Aylesbury, Tring, Berkhamstead and Hemel Hempstead would participate with gusto and various things would be done with balloons and a teaspoon on a length of string. The final game never varied; bonus points for the team producing the trousers of Richard Cole, Senior Partner. I remember that at one party my guest was to be a married lady; she would not remove her wedding ring so put a plaster over it. Goodness knows what they all thought. I think it was perhaps at the same function that in my earnestness to compete in one of the games my foot caught an occasional table and brought forty six glasses of sherry crashing to the floor.