At that same church two people were baptized. Wonderful service. After church we went to the restaurant, where the TVs on the walls were broadcasting the Super Bowl. When we walked in, the score was 3-28, the Atlanta Falcons were creaming the New England Patriots, and we said, 'We missed nothing, it's a wipeout'. Actually, we'd arrived at the exact moment when the game turned around. Within minutes, the Patriots had a touchdown, then another. We celebrated our meal at 20-28, paid the bill at 28-28, and walked out after 34-38--the first overtime game and the greatest comeback in Super Bowl history—31 unanswered points. At first I wondered, 'What happened? A team down 3-28 then turns the game around, without a single touchdown or field goal by the other side, to win 34-28?' But then I realized it was my cheering and emotionally supportive presence (the pastor was rooting for the Falcons) that won the game. Thank God I got to the restaurant in time! And the next day, in a restaurant, I saw a lady wearing a New England Patriots t-shirt while drinking a glass of what looked like pond scum, but turned out to be a 'green smoothie' apparently comprising, among other things, spinach. No wonder the Patriots were so strong, having a mascot like Popeye (not that the lady looked like Popeye, just the spinach connection, you understand).
Soon after, not once but TWICE I had lunch with a Duke and his wife (who would of course be a Duchess). No tea and crumpets, unfortunately, but still the gracious, very English persona. I tried out on her my English accent (perfected through English literature, plays and films, my map app, and coaching by an Englishwoman while in India in November 2014). I channeled Anna Russell (English opera comedienne), recited a Gilbert and Sullivan light opera song and listened to her own inimitable tones. She said that if I spoke that way in an American church, they wouldn't understand anything I said, so I asked if it was accurate, and she said yes. It's not the same accent as hers, but that's because she's from the Midlands and my accent was Received SE English--very propah!
There's a limerick that goes something like this:
'I'm embarrassed as I can possibly be.
I sat next to the Duchess at tea.
Her rumblings abdominal
Were simply abominable
And everyone thought it was me!'
But no such calamities attended these deliberations--THIS Duchess is the very soul of propriety and discretion.