Had I known more about Piggott, I might not have been so misled by his quiet air, for this proved to hide unexpected resource. Shortly after the war, for example, he and his wife had problems with cutting their baby’s nails, because whenever they tried to do so, the baby screamed its head off. One night they heard a bump, and rushed into the baby’s room to find that it had climbed out of its cot and fallen on the floor, knocking itself unconscious. Before Piggott went for the doctor he said, ‘Here’s our chance,’ and cut the baby’s nails.
