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Know Thyself

I was in Hyde Park this afternoon, watching people exercise (I could do that all day), soaking up some sunshine and scribbling notes for potential stories.

An American girl and an English guy, late 20s, were sitting not too far from me.

"I think it's totally wicked that you're like so close with your family," says the none-too-quiet girl in her finest OC accent.

"Yes," says her friend, whose pasty-white legs seem out of place on such a sun-filled day, "and the interesting thing is that we're all so different. My sister, for example, is quite the free spirit."

They left soon after that. I presume he had to get to mum's for tea, after putting on trousers, of course.