On my first visit to the clutch I walked out to the local town and on my way back stopped at an atractive looking coffee shop. I asked for "cafe und cooken"
in the best British manner and sat to consume my snack. After a few minutes I was approached by a large German lady and given a substantial telling off in loud German all of which passed me by, my nien dutch was ignored. After a while the noise quietened and I made my way back to the mess. That evening I described the event to the group wondering what I had done? had the lady an issue with my obvious Englishness, perhaps she had suffered from the war or her parents had perhaps my Dad had turned her home into a car park, the group fell about laughing. I had sat in her chair|