The English being the English (mostly) were all around with friends and family - this being a glorious warm and sunny weekend day - and no-one said a word or intruded. I wonder if that would happen anywhere else?
On being informed that it was not going to be a realistic option to get her portion of chips at this pub my daughter piped up in that inimitable ego-puncturing manner that only a 4 year old can achieve, scornfully remarking "so what's a President and why's he so important anyway?".
I wonder if she was overheard ... ;->
Ah well. Who next I wonder? Chelsea's supposed to be coming up here next autumn. Somehow I don't get an image of the lass pedalling a pushbike up the Woodstock Road.