She seemed familiar, the hair as fixed in place as the neutral expression on her face (Never Let 'Em See You Sweat), the tailored suit she wore more like a suit of armor, the single strand of pearls to go with the brooch and earrings (expensive but durable rather than showy), the standard fussy pussy-bow blouse worn like the uniform-of-the-day every day, and the solid, matronly bag placed carefully next to her proper Englishwoman's gloves on the other chair at the table to ward off the curious ... all together an ensemble that Hyacinth Bucket of the BBC's "Keeping Up Appearances" would have approved. But, no, it couldn't be ... not the Iron Lady herself."Lady Thatcher!" I couldn't help exclaiming. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I was so surprised to see you again. What on earth, or maybe heaven, are you doing here? I thought you'd had a previous engagement some time ago...."
"And, no, I don't give out autographs. Never did like it, and now I can indulge a few preferences of my own. I'm just here for afters. And would much prefer my own company, by your leave. One must be resolute about such matters. Or as I told one of your presidents, 'Look, George, this is no time to go wobbly.' It never is, you know, or you won't do the job you set out to do, which is to deter aggression. If you don't, some little Hitler or Stalin will become convinced the West doesn't have the leadership or guts to stop him. No, we can't very well fall at the first fence, you know. Or he'll think he's cracking our resolve, and then the first crack will become a bigger crack and the whole world will come a-cropper."
"Look what's happening now with your current president. My, I do miss your Mr. Reagan -- I would never call him Ronnie -- even though I had to stiffen his backbone from time to time. As in that late unpleasantness over the Falklands, which are definitely not the Malvinas and never will be as far as I am concerned. There will always be an England, you know, at least if they'd listen to me. As for your current president, he's nothing but wobbly, is he? Except when he's wobblier. What a contrast with Mr. Reagan, like Clement Attlee succeeding Winston Churchill. If the trouble with liberals' fiscal policy is that they eventually run out of other people's money, the trouble with appeasers' foreign policy is that they eventually run out of other countries to sacrifice."
And brevity of speech, I thought. But before I could tell her so ... she was gone. But someone like her never quite is.