“Stinks of fish,” he muttered (not the first ‘muttering’ he’d made as I walked behind them).
“There’s a fishmonger over there,” she snapped back.
A car weaved slowly towards us. “Why do they let cars down here?”
My patience broke. “Because we live here, dipstick.” She smiled at me. “And lovie, please consider divorce as an option.”
Reasons to love living in a seaside town No172.