For a couple of years after they gated the alleyway at the back of the house nobody used it. Now- with all this lovely spring weather- there are gangs of very small children running up and down it all day long. They are loud, but their mothers are louder. I met a gang of them today. "Who are you?" one of them asked. I told him and asked back. They ran through a string of names, then repeated it- only this time assigning them differently- so that Wainwright was now Jack and Jack was Peter and Peter was Wainwright,
Talking about kids, did you notice the very small and very grumpy bridesmaid on the balcony of Buckingham Palace who covered her ears when the WWII aeroplanes flew over ?