Olivia

After a decadent breakfast delivered by room service, we headed out into the light London drizzle. Alexander insisted on stopping at the concierge desk, where he obtained a large black umbrella emblazoned with the hotel's logo.

"Can't have my wife getting wet," he said, opening it as we stepped outside.

"Your wife could have packed an umbrella if someone had mentioned London weather," I replied.

"But then I wouldn't get to play the gallant ...