Bessie

Me and the girls are away from home for a few days in Hull to see my folks. Got here fine, girls on great form, all very well-behaved, proud grandparents beamed on in proud grandparent style. And then my mum popped the question.

"Girls, do you want to go and see Bessie after tea?"

I popped my question.

"Do you want to go to the Humber Bridge after tea. We can muck around on the foreshore with stones and weed and bits of old driftwood and assorted torn and twisted metal objects. And take loads of photos whilst we're there?"

The dog won hands down, obviously. So me and my dad went and did our own thing anyway.

Everyone was happy.


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