Up in Flames

Many thanks to those of you who have emailed me in the past few days to make sure I am doing alright. I’ve got to admit, it’s been a tough few days out here in Berkshire, where I am tied up next to Cookham Lock waiting for a mechanic to fix my prop shaft.

Poppy, the faithful deckhand and pirate queen, went to get some petrol for my little dinghy this morning only to be told that they’re not allowed to sell gasoline in cans because we might make Molotov cocktails with it. So you will be relieved to know that the local constabulary here in the sleepy village of Cookham have this whole rioting thing under control and are taking sensible precautions. After all, Poppy does look a bit like a rampaging youth first thing in the morning, and it’s no secret that yours truly is forever mixing cocktails.

Actually, we do have serious gang problems out here on the Thames and it is important not to look a member in the eye directly in case they think you are disrespecting them:

The 'Cookham Massive'

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One response to “Up in Flames

  1. Miss Pearl

    Hah. I think mom said she had an issue with them in London. They didn’t take too kindly to her.

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