Noisy Americans

Last Saturday we took a trip to Greenwich to see what was there. It's not far from Peckham/Nunhead, so we took the 177 bus. It's one of those fun double decker buses.

On the way, Kelly was sitting near the front with the two little ones. The older two were standing with me towards the middle of the bus where there is some open space for push-chairs (strollers) and shopping trolleys. We had both of our push-chairs with us.

Our little darlings (as my mum calls them) have some little dolls that they like to play with. Usually that involves them talking baby-talk for them. And they were doing that this day on the bus. As they were getting more and more into it, and having more and more fun, they were getting louder and louder.

I looked over at my oldest and said, in a joking way,"Noisy Americans". I didn't use an accent, but with only two words, one might not be certain if there is an accent to be heard. One nice old lady sitting right by me looked up and said,"I was just saying that to my friend here." And then she realized that I was probably their father, guarding the push-chair, joking with my daughter, and she got quite embarrassed, and said,"Oh, sorry." 

I forgave her and just smiled.

Dave