[One day we were trickling through Dieppe in the traffic, and came to a halt by some traffic lights. There was an old boy, looked like an old soldier, wearing a beret, leaning on a walking stick. He saw us, pulled himself upright, and gave us a solemn salute. 'Er Indoors immediately burst into tears, bless her.
That generation is sadly dying out. I can recall childhood holidays being treated with such courtesy by elderly French when they realised we were English. It was rather charming.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
