St Ives 2009

ZAP back to the present. it's thrashing it down. The English summer has started early. People are blaming everyone else for everything. She walks down the road, alone, apart from an obliging man with a camera and a couple hundred other people with nothing better to do than ogle at everything... oooggle oggogle ooogle oi oi oi. It was sunny before it became daylight. Now it rained and rained.

"There" she cried pointing to the huge balcony, " That's my future home." The man with the camera sympathised. He gave her a wink, then another one with the other eye. Wink wink. And off they went to the Wink Wink Hotel to drown her sorrows and dream of the future.