"How is London?" she asked, excited and proud her little man was out exploring one the most glamorous and historically compelling capitals of the world. "Oh, London's fine I suppose," I mumbled, perhaps idly twirling the springy phone cord on the old style phone boxes around my neck and hands and then, remembering, bouncing to life and saying, "But when the plane took off I loved it so much I shouted 'WHOO-HOO' really loud and was told to shush by Mr Yates". Oh how proud she must have been then. Her little man, an idiot monkey-boy that shouldn't be allowed outside the house never mind out of the country."