The Pensioner

By Pensioner


I loafed, I swam. The Blair and Brown years slipped past into history. Cameron emerged blinking into the sunlight, forever pink faced and tight lipped, to disappear again. He was the sort of guy who probably wore cerise swimming shorts.
Later there was a brief step out to the Supermercado to top up supplies. The wind had almost totally dropped so in the heat we had re-hydrate at the Plaza. By then I’d got my white shorts on. More Theresa May then.

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