I didn’t have much money to buy Freddie anything, so I decided I’d give him a pressed four-leaf clover. It wasn’t a real one, of course, but it had been given to me many years ago by a friend’s father who had made it himself. I was too embarrassed to give Freddie his lucky clover in front of everyone, so I called him into the bedroom.
‘I’m sorry this is all I can afford to give you,’ I said, passing him a small folded piece of tissue paper. When he opened it up he was thrilled. He kissed me then ran into the sitting room with it. ‘Look at the gorgeous present Jim’s given me,’ he told everyone, and I blushed. Freddie seemed delighted with it because he knew I had given him something from the heart.
Jim Hutton
He gave Freddie his present before heading out to his 39th Birthday party at Henderson’s Nightclub
