My family goes on holiday without me. Eventually I follow but I have caught a head cold and snuffle all through the holiday. Blue waves crash on a white beach but I'm not allowed to go in the water.
I find a big supply of white sports socks that I had forgotten about.
The old apple expert sits on a barrel and chats to passers by. The expert is actually a dried-up old apple, dressed in a check shirt and overalls. Smoke comes out his nostrils.