FNF and I sit on the end of the pier, eating crab sandwiches bought from a stand just off the beach.
“Do you think this crab is from a sustainable source?” I ask.
“Go and ask one of the fishermen,” says FNF, pointing to a group of men in yellow waxed jackets and trousers. “I need some time alone to research my story. I’m here in a professional capacity, remember.”
I walk up to the fishing village and look in an estate agent’s window. Despite having already remortgaged my flat to decorate it and have some financial slack through the three day working week scenario, I wonder about calling BT to see if beach huts can be wireless enabled. I don’t have any mobile phone reception. The beach hut fantasy might be short-lived.
“Do you think this crab is from a sustainable source?” I ask.
“Go and ask one of the fishermen,” says FNF, pointing to a group of men in yellow waxed jackets and trousers. “I need some time alone to research my story. I’m here in a professional capacity, remember.”
I walk up to the fishing village and look in an estate agent’s window. Despite having already remortgaged my flat to decorate it and have some financial slack through the three day working week scenario, I wonder about calling BT to see if beach huts can be wireless enabled. I don’t have any mobile phone reception. The beach hut fantasy might be short-lived.
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