If there's one thing I insist on these days is having breakfast in peace. I like to read the paper and merely nod when the waiter asks 'is everything all right?'.  Wetherspoon's is therefore the wrong place to go - but you can be lucky. This morning there was a young child having breakfast (or picking at food with a spoon) who without warning shrieked loudly, a bit like a siren going off. I...

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