Right, time to tell the truth! We were a table full of oldies, yakking away [but fairly quietly] scoffing plates of salad, chortling now and again in a fairly ladylike way in the cafe. We were there for ages but managed not to offend anyone or break anything. When we left the cafe we browsed round the museum shop, and some of us bought a few things. Then we went home.An enjoyable day it has to be said,but not as entertaining as the lies we all told on here, and I wish now that we really had done the conga round the Egyptian showcases, might have livened up those old mummies[and us old grannies.] Why is the truth never as good?