Bert continued his battle to suppress a smile at all the attention from this very attractive member of the public. Bert stopped looking at Delilah at the familiar trill of a police whistle. A comrade standing on a small round podium in the centre of the busy thoroughfare was stopping traffic to allow people to cross, . Bert couldn't quite see who he was exactly, but gave a nod of acknowledgement and thanks.

"Back in the ta shop, ye said 'employer'. Who's that then? McPadraic?" Bert asked pulling the name of the first rich person he could think of from his head.