Ted and the Doll go to the seaside

The Doll fancied some sea air … but of course she didn’t really want to go more than an hour from her precious London.  Oh yeah … and she wanted fish and chips, proper fish “n” chips. We hopped on a train to Folkestone that went almost as fast as those ones in Japan and were there in a flash. We made for the wharf and looked at lots of the seafood places with odd things in cold vinegar and decided that wasn't for us. Then we found the Smokehouse and what a little gem it turned out to be. Fresh fish cooked to order several ways and crunchy fluffy hand cut chips, all served in paper boxes with the usual accompaniments. Well … usual in some places anyway.  I personally have never had pickled eggs as an accompaniment to anything before that day (having never eaten a drunk chicken I suppose). 

 So fish “n” chips done and we thought so what next?  An idea flew into my head – we would go and see my old mate the “Pilot” in Folkestone. He’ll  be getting ready for the annual Air Show in June and of course he’d be delighted to see me.

However, it proved impossible to get the Pilot out of his bloody plane, and then when the Doll mentioned how handsome she thought he looked in all that leather I decided it was time for a stroll around the harbour. 

Yeah  ... let’s go look at the floaty boats and wonder how they got their names (Gladys Good Times … ) and feed the seagulls like you do.

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Holy SHIT... what a stupid idea that was!!!  When I saw how big the seagulls actually were I did the superhero thing and grabbed the Doll by the hand and we RAN away.  We didn’t stop until we reached the railway station.

 The Doll says she’s had enough fish “n” chips and sea air for a couple of years now!!

Mission accomplished ….