kid, I was up at sparrow fart to take my new scooter for a spin along the prom. Before the world woke up... to witness the vision of a daft old tart who should know better? The tiler’s advice of one leg one way, one the other was a good idea except my legs had other ideas. One is so much stronger than the other. Add the wind factor into the equation and it’s quite a puff! I got as far as the Imperial Hotel where if I had thought to pop my purse down my left knicker leg, I could have had a leisurely breakfast before returning home and pretending I had got as far as Folkestone!
This isn’t me... as if I would consider motorised, I ask you?