Musing by the Serpentine
It was spattering with rain so we put our brollies up, the two of us, while another pal went to get the coffees. A waitress came to the table and Gina asked her if she could find us a big umbrella to put up to shelter the table; she said she'd go in and ask.
She popped out and called 'No umbrellas!' across to us.
When the other pal came back to the table, he said,'That's not very nice. I asked if you just had to get wet then, and she said Yes'.
He'd thought she was telling Gina and me to put our umbrellas down and just get wet, and he wondered why umbrellas were not allowed.
Anyway, we did a circuit of the Princess Diana water-features, observed an interesting grafted tree, and rather cruelly mocked a uniformed chappie on a golf-cart who was pootling along when his umbrella suddenly flipped inside-out over his face, causing him to swerve and become a menace to all the doggies out on walkies.
It's all go for the ladies who lunch!