It's nice to have an observant reader like Terry who notices the small detail of one's humour.
Terry's remark reminded me of certain encounters I had in the state of Ohio when I was a summer camp counsellor there in the mid-nineteen seventies.
One night I fell into conversation with a couple of local redneck guys (English: Conservatives) in "Skip and Ray's Bar" (English: pub) by the road to Burton, east of Chagrin Falls.
They had noticed my English accent. One of them asked where I was from so I told them. They seemed a little puzzled to learn that other countries existed beyond the shores of The United States.
I informed them that they in fact spoke the English language and that it originated in England.
One of them - let's call him Bob - visibly bristled and protested, "I don't speak English. I speak American!"
His pupils enlarged dangerously. He was clearly a proud patriot, affronted by the idea that the very language of his land of sidewalks (English: pavements) and cottoncandy (English: candyfloss) was borrowed from another country.