A man dressed in casual but stylish clothes, holds the hand of a small boy, presumably his son.
The wee lad points excitedly in my direction.
This is what Gail hears.
And the father's response.
"Ah oui, c'est Milou! Le chien est Milou, n'est ce pas?"
No. I'm Bertie.
Well I s'pose it's better than "where are his wheels?"