There were young women with babies and toddlers everywhere, pushing them in push-chairs, or strollers, as she had heard an American call those chariots which the mothers thrust against the legs of the childless with such aplomb. She had read an article once where a young mother had explained how she had suffered from acute agoraphobia when her child had grown out of the push-chair. It certainly seemed to give the mothers an aggressive edge, as, like so many Boadiceas, they propelled their chariots through the market crowd.
There had been two nasty stories recently about corrupt policemen, but the newspapers knew there was nothing more the British liked to read about than a brave bobby.
