Bugger Bognor

Not my words; apparently, it is famously alleged that the last words of King George V were “bugger Bognor” in response to a suggestion that he might recover from his illness by visiting Bognor Regis.

Been there a few times now. Rich and I owned a holiday home at West Wittering (just south of Chichester) for a few years and recently sold it back to the site owner (though we haven’t had the money yet!)

We had a day out yesterday for a number of reasons; one: to check on the caravan site to see if ours had been sold or not, (no) two: to visit Bognor again as Rich wanted to go to a craft shop to pick up a mail order catalogue and I wanted to pick up a book I’d reserved at the library (Improv!), and three: to visit Chichester again on the way home becasue we love it and we both needed to spend some quality time together since Rich hasn’t seen much of me over the last few weeks. (I’ve been hibernating in the little bedroom upstairs upstairs – 2nd floor).

Lovely day. Weather was good, and the curry in Wetherspoon’s opposite the cathedral in West Street was great. (I recommend the Mint Bomb things for a dessert!)