Beach Bum

A beach barbecue! For a sausage sizzle had been organised by JK (not Rowling). And the rain kept off - not that we saw any of the sun. That didn’t stop us getting our summer clothes looked out. The SK was aghast. She feared I’d be treated as some sort of weirdo, or a figure of fun, or, or… In udder words she thought it would reflect badly on her. Ha, ha. It did. And that was before I’d opened my mouth.