As I’m slipping my key into the lock, preparing to duck into the house, I hear announced from across the street: “Here is a typical Oxfordshire house. Stone walls, here, you see, stone walls, original work, quite old . . .” I turned, realizing that my house was suddenly the scrutiny of about 30 people on a walking tour of Oxford. But I kept my mouth shut, lest they be let down in their visions of “typical Oxford” by an American accent.
P.S. A couple days later, and I’m asked by an American man across the street, “How old is it?” as I pause to open the door and push the stroller in. I’d better become an expert in its history!