Why we should get in touch with our inner Hadji Bey for the future
JUST a small, round yellow box in a Christmas hamper, but what a flood of memories! Straight away I was back in our old sitting-room some Christmas in the distant past. My father had got the same small, round yellow box as a present and he was holding it aloft saying, “Hadji Bey!”
As a child we can take the temperature of our parents very well. I knew this wasn’t just politeness. He was stirred. I didn’t even like that powdery Turkish Delight, but I understood that Hadji Bey was a name with a special meaning for my father.