"Oh, no." Anielewicz looked like a cat blowing canary feathers off its nose.

She blew hair and feathers out of her eyes.

Uncle Jack plunged into another long tale about an old Prime Minister who sat in the House of Commons and blew feathers in the air and tried to keep them there when all about him men were losing their heads.

To counteract the pomposity, he hired a Brazilian band on stilts and booked a snow machine to blow white feathers around.