Whitstable

I drove over to Whitstable to meet up with John's solicitor and give her a load of files. She now has the lasting power of attorney  which is a relief.

I grabbed a bag of chips and walked down to the sea shore. A brisk easterly was blowing and the light was fab.

I looked in an estate agent's window and saw a beach hut going for £32,000. A beach hut.

John and I came up with this yesterday

There was a letter from Balmoral
That shed new light on a quarrel
The Queen was distraught
As her income was nought
She was forced to live on green sorrel.

Buh boom.