The and I were slightly late picking up from her weekend desk duty this lunchtime. Why? He was watching something on the television, and refused to leave until he saw the end. Nothing special about that, you might say, but what had captivated this particular two year was Carol Reed’s 1949 film The Third Man.
When we collected , he then regaled her with an description of the chase through Vienna’s sewers.
Attaboy, kid.