Life is a beach, or so they say, and then you die.
Mine’s actually quite a nice beach, and I’m not dead yet, not by any stretch of the imagination; my beach admittedly has a bit of pollution, but that’s largely been my own fault and now I’m older I look after it better, try to keep it clean, and I’m sure its gradually improving.
But I do have one big problem with my beach. Well, it’s actually…
