Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

Our first outing to the beach was ruined by angry two-metre-ites

At a petrol station on the way a tattooed man shouted at me so loudly I nearly cried

Climping beach, Littlehampton. Credit: ianwool 
issue 06 June 2020

We went on our first outing, to the beach at Littlehampton, but I’m not sure it was as stress-relieving as it could have been. We kept getting into trouble with the two-metre-ites. These are the people who are using the two metre rule as an excuse to be damnably rude.

We packed a picnic and put the spaniels in the car with our beach mats and swimming things. We stopped at the filling station in Dorking to pump up a tyre and as the builder boyfriend saw to that, I went into the shop and got myself into trouble.

I picked out some goodies to add to our picnic — a giant punnet of strawberries and some pork pies. He loves a pork pie does the BB.

With this armful of items I headed for the counter. There was only one customer being served and so I planned to leave the requisite gap behind her and stand myself on the first dot painted on the floor.

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