I hereby declare the London Tourist season open. (This is not dissimilar to the opening of the Grouse season).
Lunchtime, Boots. Two adjacent tills were open. One queue had formed, and people went to either till as appropriate. I was at front of queue. Two tourists put themselves immediately behind man paying at till. As soon he finished I jumped in smart and was served. The body-language and exasperated laughter of tourists made it clear that they really believed I had queue-jumped. And left me feeling guilty although my conscience was totally clear - they were probably still at Gatwick when I joined the queue.
Five more months of this. Joy.
(We should be allowed to shoot them.)
