He wished quite disproportionately to be at home with his admiring wife in Acton.
Sarah Brown shook her head in reply, and Richard could say nothing but "Oh deah, deah...." "May I take your name and 'ome address, and regimental number, please, young man," said the policeman, after a baffled pause.
"Now my address," said Richard, with genuine shame, "is a thing I honestly can never remember.

I know I've heard it; I've tried and tried to learn it at my mother's knee.

It begins with an H, I think.

That's the worst of not being able to read or write.

I can describe the place to you exactly, a house with a lot of windows, that sees a long way.