After an excellent night out in a ‘cave rave’ we were forced to take four night buses home, changing at Croydon and Birmingham Broad Street.

The five year old poppet in ribbons was carrying two pink tulips and a carnation wrapped in newspaper. She was actually working for the French resistance with secret documents hidden in the bouquet. I watched, astonished, as even when she accidentally dropped the bouquet, she distracted the officer by asking prettily “Can YOU sing?”. She really was cool under pressure.