Now it's over. Your flight's been called; only a few minutes remain in which to grab a last jacket potato with tuna mayonnaise, or to write those goodbye-and-thank-you-for-everything cards you bought (the British have a card for every occasion). Then it's farewell to "This royal throne of kings / this precious stone set in the silver sea" - the land where they tear off their tops at the first glimpse of the sun, but where life grinds to a halt the moment a few flakes of snow fall. You know you'll be back one day, for who could keep away? Meanwhile, there are your memories. And your hand luggage bulging with souvenirs: Union Jack shorts for your brother, Winnie the Pooh writing paper for your sister, the tea-towel with the Loch Ness Monster on it for auntie. Oh, and the stick of Brighton rock. Whatever that's for!

Most people have to die before they go to Paradise, but you've been there, and you're still alive!





Expressions to learn
Would anyone like to buy a second-hand umbrella?

Avoid saying
Well, that's taught me a lesson!