Pat said "Jim, what are you doing?"
Well the main thing was that I was sitting next to her on a coach. How I hate the use of that word. A coach should have 4 horses in front of it and the Duke of Edinburgh driving it; or if it is bright yellow, be inside it in full naval uniform with about a square foot of medals and the Queen beside him with at least a tiara on. I don't wish to mislead you, a dress and all that as well. My Grandma Watkinson would have called it a charabang, and Aunty Louie her sister in law, a chara, so much the better.
Anyway there I sat. Pat knew that what she was on about was the fact that I was bent forward licking marmalade off the buckle of my buoyancy aid. You see, I was up late again and only had time to queue for my breakfast and eat it on my way to the chara.
