Until that is, an overheard conversation in her Margate coffee shop.
“… thing is, we will need to go back home very soon,” the young woman confided, “My little ones are due to go to school.”
She stopped. “And?” thought Deirdre.
The woman’s companion nodded. “Yes, my husband’s a bus driver. Your kids mustn’t go to school here – you will end up with rude, disrespectful brats. Best get them home.”