Blue Peter was broadcasting live from the back of a limousine being driven along the embankment. The presenters, two child friendly rappers, were pointing out the nightlife on the Thames. I admired the paper-lanterns illuminating the oriental boats near the Albert Bridge and the section set aside for riverside vegetable growing.
At choir practice, I asked for horseradish for my plate of roast beef and was told the clever chef had injected horseradish into the shrimps in the side-dish. “But I’m allergic to shellfish”, I lied, even as I grabbed a fistful.