‘Sh*t!’ reverberated...

along the parade and maybe even as far as Boulogne, caught in the feathers of a gull on a day trip to France?

Having a larger than life persona, some might even say of a theatrical bent? When I think I am whispering my dulcet tones are heard by nearly the whole south coast.

And the reason for all this, you might wonder? A galleon in full sail, I set off before the heat of the day to shop with stripy trolley and straw hat. A vision if ever there was one, trouble

is, not of the drop down dead gorgeous sort. The wind took my hat off and bowled it along the prom. Laughing and swearing and years since my bod had ever been out of first gear, I chased after it, swinging the trolley in order to extend the length of my arms! It stayed just out of reach, until I just managed to catch it!

Plonking it very firmly on my head, I marched onwards with a
very determined gait. Nobody messes with me in every step.