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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

Monday, April 7

Then, I get to the end of the Promenade, and bam! There’s this pop-up market. Fresh produce, handmade crafts, and a guy selling the best fish and chips. I mean, come on! I had to grab some. The smell was intoxicating. I’m munching away, and it’s like a party in my mouth.

I'm A Celebrity winner and England Lioness visits Bolton-le-Sands restaurant