Shell Hunting

Another day with a small child. And my turn to make lunch, with her help of course. None of that prawns and pasta omelette with cheese. No! A Grandad special - fish fingers in pitta bread. Pitta pockets as I teasingly and intriguingly called them. And the good girl wolfed them up.
Later we went over to the beach awhile but the weather was rapidly closing in. 
What’s the big news? The Guardian has a leaked copy of Prince ‘arry’s buik. He had a square go with Wills or summat. And took magic mushrooms and as much coke as he could shovel up his nose. But the ball’s in their court and his door is always open and never say never! There - saved yiz from reading it.