With cherry blossoms on his mind, Mr Kenny goes to Washington

The large Secret Service agent at the back of the Oval Office glared at me and I quickly scooped my notebook off Barack Obama’s desk.

It was an honest mistake and his face thawed into a smile. That’s the press for you, constantly stepping on toes and crashing into furniture.

It’s stressful being herded around Washington DC from one building to the next. The muggy air is a dizzying mix of intense security and cherry blossoms.