I wrote a long and diverting post all about seagulls and fried doughnuts (with vanilla sugar) - and somehow it has got itself disappeared and I can't restore it. So you will just have to imagine what it is that I have said, and perhaps what you imagine will be better than the post actually was. Though nothing can beat the actuality of a hot fried doughnut on Brighton Pier under a smoke-gry sky with a needling wind in your face.
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Sweet and stinging . . .
oh i can taste the sugar on my tongue, smell the sea, feel the rain on my wind-reddened face... glad you're feeling able to enjoy these, and to post even if the words have trickled down blogger's plughole this time.
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