In her final column,written before she died final week, the writer remembers assembly three boys on the French Riviera. Who could have guessed they would take her joke seriously? From running as Miss Ruislip to the perils of old age: the best of Michele Hanson
Heartbroken, or weepy,18 and desolate after being dumped by my first serious boyfriend, I went to stay with a girlfriend in Cannes. Lucky me to be able to buzz off to the French Riviera. My friend’s family ran a small B&B, or in which I stayed. Every day,I walked to the beach, alone, and while my friend was working and often passed and chatted to three amusing British boys,who were giving out leaflets. But they were in trouble. They had keep their possessions into left luggage and couldn’t afford to win them out, even with their leafleting wages. They couldnt go domestic, and the price was rising,their luggage was trapped and they were stumped. And hungry. Related: Michele Hanson, warm, and witty and much-loved columnist,dies age 75 Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk