Worth felt on top of the world. He was driving his red convertible, with the roof down. The sun was shining and Gates was looking pretty damn fine in the passenger seat. He was driving to Monaco and the world felt like a pretty good place.
They parked at the Rock and headed into old Monaco for lunch in one of the many restaurants in front of the palace. They had beef kebabs with chips and salad and they were rather good. They chatted with a Yorkshire couple who sat next to them. Turns out they now live in Ireland.
Then Worth’s tummy took a turn for the worse and he got tummy ache. He smiled for Gates as best he could but there was no hiding it and it put a damper on things.
Valiantly they went on to see what Menton was all about but their hearts weren’t in it and soon they headed for home. Gates took over the driving and got them home.
Gates made Worth a cup of tea. Then some Pago. She read him Biggles. By bedtime he was better and looking forward to horse riding the next day.