This morning the Old Monkey was kind enough to create a lovely mud pool on the beach. I was enjoying a lovely wallow when I heard a sort of clanking sound above me.
A miserable, rusty looking, plane appeared. Dripping oil and coughing and hesitaiting in the air it flew low over the beach.
I could see Hateman in the pilots seat and behind him Hitmouse throwing skewers.
Luckily, although a silvery cloud of these small objects could be seen falling from the plane, they all fell harmlessly in the sea.
Then the plane, making a more hideous clanking sound than ever, rose in the air, banked and dipped and rose again. Every moment it looked, and sounded, as if it were going to collapse. Suddenly a great banner unfurled from the tail fin.
HE STOLE A BICYCLE!
and included a rather unflattering portrait of myself.
As you can imagine this was extremely embarrassing. All the walkers on the promenade turned to look at me and several were pointing and laughing!