We were going to get married in Hendon Synagogue – United. And they said to me, “Well, where is your proof that you’re Jewish?” I didn’t have all the right documents. I went home in tears to my father in Reading. And he said, “I’ll deal with them.” And he trotted in in fury the next Sunday; they were open on Sundays. And he showed them all these details about Germany and what have you, and his passport with “Jude” written all over it. And- and that thing- his release from Sachsenhausen- you know – the lot. They gave in to him at once.