pao came downstairs yesterday evening and said “How would you like to go out for some fresh air?”. Those being the best words I’d heard in the last two weeks, I immediately croaked yes and he took me and my Trekking sock to Tankerton for fish and chips and a very small bit of fresh air.

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They may be heavy on grease but rock and chips was like ambrosia.

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We saw a Bagpuss striped beach hut which Mrs SJT would like.

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And a very pink hut.

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And the Trekking sock has finally left the the building.

When we got back, Ariel sniffed my fingers and gave me the look of death.
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How dare you eat fish without me!