Did you SCRUB the BATHROOM FLOOR today? DID YOU?

Oh the South Coast beckons this weekend, we are off tonight on a moonlit flight to the pied de et terre, hitting the A22 - the artery to paradise. I am very glad, I have an old bit of driftwood I intend to fashion into a coat hook (it looks better than it sounds) that I found on the shore at Seven Sisters . The man in Country Living magazine won't be pleased. He lives there and makes his living beach combing and selling on at highly inflated prices. I fancy that lifestyle. I'd like to live in a shack, dressed in a blue smock, rough stubbly white beard, wind chapped with a gauloise between my craggy lips. It must be a nice lifestyle living life by the tide.

The hooks I want are sitting in a junk shop in Rye at the moment. Beautiful hooks which I wish I had bought when I saw them. Take note everyone, buy it when ya see it or repent at leisure. All I can say is if they are all sold out I wouldn't want to be in the Ladyfriend's shoes.