i floored the accelerator and quickly gained ground on the milk float.
we took the corner at speed and the door of the reliant robin turbo flew open.
but she didn't even flinch.
just stuck her hand out, grabbed the milkman's semi-skimmed and screamed at me to speed up.

we got away with it, but scared the living daylights out of the elderly people queueing up to choose their bonkbuster from the mobile library.
she yelled with happiness, and all the windows shattered.
she yelled even more as the excitement overcame her.
and my glasses shattered.
i yelled even louder than her, and she told me to shut up.
unable to see, we ploughed through a manure heap and ended up in the snug at the flying horse pub.

unperturbed, the landlord asked us - what'll you have?
she fluttered her eyelashes at him and his pet budgie was caught in the vortex and spun out of control into the chandelier, which exploded and fell on the landlord's head.

we looked at our watches impatiently as we waited an eternity for our drinks.

then we looked into each other's eyes and decided there and then that we wanted to be free spirits.

at least that's what i thought she meant - but i was wrong.
she had run behind the bar to get some free spirits.

were we drifting into a life of crime? were we about to become the next jonny and wide?

... to be continued ...