Three hours till the curfew.....It's true, nobody is forcing me to watch the British news, watch the television, listen to the radio, read a newspaper, go online at all. In fact I just went to hang the washing out and there on the balcony I could hear a bird singing his little heart out. ''Pippit, pippit, pippit'', he sang. ''How lovely'', I thought. ''What a refreshing change''. It then dawned on me. He was a monarchist bird, probably a Royal Thrush. ''Prince Phillip, Prince Phillip, Prince Phillip''.