The thoroughly modern family over the road have tutored their two children with Churchillian precision.
The youngsters have an un-nerving ability to describe the aches and pains collected during a day playing on the village green in medical terms.
Their 'book at bedtime' must by The Lancet.
Recently, Marcus told me he'd damaged his Sternum - and I went to fix his bike.
We visited their house yesterday. "Mommy, mommy," squealed Matthew - the youngster, "Marcus has kicked the football at my peonies."
"He has his own flower garden, then?" I asked.
"I think he means his groin," said the doting, New Age mother.