"How was your holiday?"
"Very nice. But I'm really, really glad to be back. I just couldn't wait."
"I'll bet... Did you do anything nice?"
"I went skinny dipping."
"I thought you went to Whitby?"
"What did they say?"
"Oh, I did it at night. We were walking along the beach and it were a nice night so I decided I'd go skinny-dipping."
"Did you both go in?"
"Oh no. He stood there with his coat on, fag in one hand and a torch in the other so's I could see where I was going."
"The locals must have thought he was signalling to U-boats."
"Aye, they would do: he spent most of his time spotlighting my arse. Talk about a full moon!"
"Have you heard this? Sybil's been skinny-dipping!"
"I thought you went to Whitby!"
"You'll have been alright: they'll have thought you were wearing a powder-blue wetsuit."
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sibyl is back from her holidays. And is old enough to know better than this...