“Do You Think They’ll have Ice Cream?” | Memories of R. S. Thomas

For someone who was so dry, at least in the persona he presented to the public, R. S. Thomas was a sweets-loving man.

He and Betty and Nancy and I were having dinner together at the Bull Bay Hotel. My notes say that Betty ordered pink gin, Nancy and Ronald selected a cream (sweet) sherry, my drink was scotch. We agreed that the soup, while unnamable, was tasty. Chicken supreme and assorted vegetables came next.

“Dessert?” I asked.

“Do you think,” Ronald grinned, “they’ll have ice cream?”

They did, and he tucked into it with the gusto of a kid.

Am I playing the first-name game? Of course. That’s inevitable in a blog such as this. But by the time of that dinner, R.S. had invited me to call him Ronald.

Something to do, I suspect, with the way Betty made him less dry.

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