No Sweat

I popped round to my favourite Lambs Conduit Cafe for a coffee and croissant. I think I have seen this lady with pink hair in the vicinity before, avidly reading the daily telegraph. I couldn't get much closer without being rude. It was such a beautiful day with golden sunshine in the trees around Bloomsbury. 

I can now more or less read in the comfort of my own home the article about the prince who doesn't sweat.