| 'SHE' says "we're off on holiday,
and moan as well you might. We're going to Pontlins by the sea and you'll take not a single kite". "Yes my dear" I said to her, but being a wily old git, In my suitcase I've hidden away some flying line and some sticks. "I'll not spend a week without a kite despite what Mabel said, "I'll find a nice big plastic bag and make myself a sled." While her Indoors was sipping gin. I slipped off to the beach, with my plastic bag and sticks and tape, my sled great heights did reach. "Where did you get that, Mister?" a small voice did enquire, "Please make another one for me Then I can fly higher and higher." Soon the beach was full of kites, and all my sticks were gone... an urgent call to KITEABILITY reinforcements needed Ron! Now Mabel was not happy to hear of this event, The Boss said "have another gin "Your old man's heaven sent. 'HE' is just what we need, my love. an event to bring people here, and Harry says he will help us, with a kite week for next year." It matters not what happens. It matters not where you be, You can always rely on good service, from KITEABILITY |