Thursday, 30 July 2015

Cockles, whelks and gin

I was invited on a pensioners’ trip to the seaside and it all started off quietly but ended up very competitive on the dodgem cars. I wish Veronica had been with me, I would have let her drive.

I returned home early to Albert having left the eighty year olds drinking whisky in the nearest pub.

                                                                                        

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