Perhaps she appreciated my renditions of "Two world wars and one world cup, doo-dah, doo-dah"...
I would not have done so if the bleedin' Krauts weren't so ill-mannered to the Egyptian hosts - throwing fag-butts on the floor when there was an ashtray within ten feet, chucking Pistacio nut shells over the floor, treating the barman (Ahmed today) like a dog and a general air of superiority that is not warranted.
They knew I was English but mistakenly though I couldn't speak German...after earwigging their conversation for about ten minutes at the in-pool bar, I asked them, in German, if they were enjoying their holiday. It went very quiet. Mrs TMR (to be) at the side of the pool knew something was going on and cast one of her Medusa stares at the crowd of Krauts. They swam off quietly...
That'll be another one they lost then...