Thought of this little verse....
The March winds do blow
and we shall have snow
And what will the robin do then, poor thing
He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm
And tuck his head under his wing, poor thing
there's so many of these little verses my mum taught me. I bet there are plenty of others
Being quizzed by chemist's assistant in Boots.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic