first sign of sun and doris has got her kit off.
she's staked out on the terrace, smothered in nivea, baking like an advert for a ninja mutant bernard matthews turkey.
not a stitch on.
not that you can see anything for all the folds and creases.
it's like looking at one of those dot to dot pictures, where with time and patience you can work out where everything is.
still, she's a nice shade of pink.
meanwhile, a crowd is forming on the balcony of the flying pig hotel over the road, where they have a good view of her.
bets are being taken as to how long it will be before she turns over.

the thing is, will anyone know the difference.

oh no.
please, no.
flossie, please go and put your clothes on ...

ah well, if you can't beat them, join them.

see ya!