After the B's moved to Springwood a single mother and her son moved in. Mrs W was a very attractive blond who used to sunbake in a bikini on the path on the way to her and the Hummerstons' flat. So that she didn't have strap marks she would undo the back of the bikini. It was amazing how many of the male residents had to do jobs in that vicinity. The other ladies were bemused and surprisingly didn't go out of their way to be overly welcoming.
I don't remember terribly much about the duo. The son's name was David and we did play with him a bit but by now we were in high school and playtime was curtailed by homework.
Mrs W sent her son to a private school and she said it was quite a struggle for her. At the end of the holidays one year David's hair was a bit long - it was short back and sides in those days before the Beatles, and he was worried he would get in trouble so he asked me to cut it for him. Not a good idea! I was very nervous. I had never cut anyone's hair before. We set him up with a towel around his shoulders and I wielded a nice pair of sharp scissors. I was trimming the long hair around his ears, misjudged and cut his ear instead. He yelped. It was good that we had the towel handy! He wasn't pleased and refused my offer to try and do the other side.
I don't think that I was ever invited into the W's place as Mrs W worked and David came home from school much later than I did.
The W's were just neighbours. We were polite to each other but certainly didn't have the warm relationship which we had with the others. When we moved away we lost all contact.
In my mind Mrs W is still a young glamorous woman but in actuality she would probably be well into her 80's.
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