That utterly stunned look that Olivia is sporting could be a hangover from seeing the apoplectic reaction of the her Dad to Sunday's events in North London. It is to be hoped that nothing of the Tourettes-like torrent of profanities has taken up residence in her brain or her first words could be quite eye-opening. It's also also to be hoped that no subliminal association of the word Henry with a four letter obscenity has taken lasting root, or of it has I hope she's never in a class with someone of that name. If there's an Arsene in her class of course, I will urge her to be as inventively potty-mouthed as she likes.