In 1976 we holidayed in a couple of campsites in Southern France with the Gallachers. Pam sent Jonathan (who was only six) to buy some chips. He came back with what she felt were too few. Pam went down to the flare lit stall and harangued the keeper in French, after pushing her way to the front of a crowd. I cowered at the back. I was very proud of her. My recollection is that Philip was with Jonathan. Is that possible? He was only three. It was a dark warm evening. One that is rare in England and common in the Mediterranean summer.