Is it me, for a moment...

In a former life I had a Vespa. I ran away on it. I didn't entirely know I was going to run away. I just got on it with a small bag and told my Mum & Dad I was going to visit Linzi for the weekend. She was working at Pontins holiday park in Hemsby near Great Yarmouth. It took hours to get there and once I did I realised I didn't want to go home so I marched into the catering mangers office and explained how I would enhance his staff with my vast experience (I'd worked in several pub kitchens so counted myself as a seasoned professional).

I stayed. I fell in love. I had a ball. I went home five months later. Happy. The