Talking of wadder...
I asked for a glass of water last night. One duly appeared, and I picked it up and sipped it. It was warm and lacking in ice. Yeuk!! Obviously I had slipped up by asking for water not wadder. I guess this triggered the "she asked for water - she must be British - British people don't put ice in their drinks - they mustn't like it cold - if I give her warm water she'll be delighted" train of thought.
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