Mother and I were in Cornwall, at a lovely little B&B. There was another American mother/daughter team, staying there. They entertained us at diiner by sqabbling, and started up again at breakfast. I remember the daughter looking at mother's silver hair (it was natural by the way) and telling her mother, "You should let your hair go gray, it would look so much more dignified." Her mother had a great deal to stay about that, none of it nice.
We went on to London, and an elegant hotel. We came down to breakfast, preparing for a trip to Liberty's and St. Paul's Cathedral, and who should we see? Oh yes! We denied ourselves the pleasure of another breakfast show.