But my distinctly unimpressed son was quickly distracted by the shriek of several noisy sirens in the distance.
"What are they?" he asked.
"It's the police," I said, " but there might also be an ambulance or a fire engine in there too."
"You can't tell the difference because you've got an Irish accent," replied Jamie swiftly.
Naturally, I was outraged.
Having been born in Belfast, I feel better qualified than most to know the sound of a police siren when I hear one.
