

A beautiful morning today, the pool was calling sweetly to me. A stark contrast to last weekend, when, wrapped in woollies and too wussy to swim, I turned my back on the water. On the way back from the pool, we passed a gentleman of a certain age. He reclined on the sand as if expired. He wore bright blue buggie smugglers, and his leathery old hide was oiled from top to toe in baby oil, the scent of which assaulted the olfactometer as I side-stepped his possessions. A slightly disturbing end to a wonderful morning at the beach.
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i am relieved to hear that ending, as opposed to the alternative....
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