A scooter...

and the week ahead.

The floor tiles are coming tomorrow, all well and good.

There is one small problem, well to call it small is the understatement.  The tiler is huge  added to which he talks a lot.  Although I enjoy goss like the next person I do have a low boredom threshold when it comes to  chat.  There is a lot of preparatory work to be done levelling floors, removing shelves in the pantry, moving furniture upstairs and so on.  All this accompanied by a touch of the verbals!  Oh and not to mention the DUST!

I have been threatening to get away, a holiday on the coast or some such!?!  A good idea until I suddenly realise I now live on the coast so perhaps, not such a cunning plan?

For a while now I have been thinking of getting a scooter.  No not the type the mods used to ride 

kitted out in parkas with fur 
around the hood and cuffs, but the sort you had as a child.

Husband has been trying to put me off by saying that I will develop one leg more than the other, then find myself walking round in circles!  I countered this with saying I would scoot to Folkestone pushing with my right leg and then my left to return,  Sounds like a very good plan to me!  He is not so sure?  Anyway to cut a long story short and with the very real need to get away from the building chaos this next week and beyond I have ordered myself a scooter.  My plan is to scoot along the prom to the Harbour Arm, Folkestone, order a flute of champagne and sit looking out to sea.  Overtones of the French Lieutenants Woman on the Cobb in Lyme Regis, minus the cloak obviously!  It would surely hamper my progress if the wind filled it.  Added to which it 
might get into the wheels and shoot me into the sea.