A journalist

I made a de-tour home via Whitby where I noticed a pretty young lady wandering around with a notebook; no I did not speak to her she might have thought me strange.

Imagine my surprise to encounter the same young lady when I was queuing for a bag of whelks, yes she was a journalist, her name was Maria and she lived in London.  I told her I was a retired journalist but did not mention my part time job with Cliff.

I told Maria about my blog, she had contacts in Russia; I should have told her about the salt.