Mr B and I had a Littlehampton Day today.
Well, to be strictly accurate, it was more of a Littlehampton Three Hours. Mr B
doesn't like long outings, however sunny the day, however warm the weather.
The Truly Tremendous Ten grandchildren know that the main feature of a Littlehampton
Day is cramming everything in. A ride on the Boat Train? Check. Picnic on the beach? Check. Swimming in the sea? Check. Sandcastle building? Check. Crabbing? Check, check, check.
With only three hours at our disposal and hampered by certain other, shall we say, limitations of the Physical Variety, we rather concentrated on the Food Element of an afternoon at the seaside. Being, as regular readers well know, One Who Is Always
Thinking About Her Stomach, I wasn't arguing.
This was the first outing for some time for Mr Blue Sky (aka my Renault Kangoo van) and Mr B's mobility scooter.
I was hoping I hadn't lost the knack of driving the scooter on and off the van, via the electric ramp, but on the whole I managed brilliantly. Oh well, okay, not exactly brilliantly - I did have to make two attempts at loading on our homeward journey - but
mostly competently. We need to make sure we allow Mr Blue Sky to reach his full potential this summer or he will have to go to a new home where he will be truly appreciated. I am therefore drawing up a list of Places We Can Go over the next few months. No,
I haven't told Mr B about the list; I thought I would break it to him gently.
Fish and chips were first on Mr B's agenda so we scooted along the prom (prom, prom)
and along the riverside walk to Fred's Chippy. Fred is famous in Littlehampton for offering the best fish and chips in town. Mr B won't let me go anywhere else. He sends me off to buy our lunch while he enjoys himself passing the time of day with the chap
at the Wet Fish Stall. I leave them to their fishy conversation and make my way across the road to Fred's where I am amazed to discover there is no queue. This is unheard of. Unfortunately Fred's card machine is out of order so it's Cash Only - and I realise
I don't quite have enough on me, even if we share a Diet Coke rather than have one apiece.
I slink guiltily back to Mr B knowing he will have Plenty To Say about
my failure to listen to him reminding me, before we left home, to make sure I had enough money on me / us. He doesn't disappoint - indeed he regales the Wet Fish Fella with tall tales of my inability to listen to him. Mr Wet Fish looks as if he's heard it
all before, he says Fred's card machine has been out of order for at least a week. He looks regretful but this is possibly because he thinks he won't now be getting a purchase out of us, despite spending so much time talking to Mr B about crabs, lobsters and
other crustaceans. He cheers up visibly when I say I will head over to the Arcade where I am led to believe there is a cash machine.
At the Arcade the cash machine
runs out of money mid-transaction. An unhelpful assistant suggests I use another machine but, having had to pay out £1.75 already for the privilege of not getting all the cash I asked for, I'm not inclined to accept his advice. I work out that I should
have enough cash to get by. Provided Mr B doesn't decide to buy a lobster off the Wet Fish Fella.
You will be pleased to hear that the funds eventually stretched
to a tub of prawns, four hot doughnuts ("It has to be done!" said Mr B) and an ice cream each. We drove home in a happy mood, our faces glowing from an afternoon in the sunshine.
OK so a few things didn't go to plan but, hey, everything worked out well in the end, thanks to beautiful Littlehampton which is a seaside full of happy memories for me. Never mind the fish and chips, the hot doughnuts, the ice creams -
Littlehampton always, but always, works its magic on me.