So there we were, travelling on the ferry to the Isle of Wight and Dad said "Let's go and look out from the outside deck". "Oh no!" I thought because I'm petrified of the sea - I just about made it onto the ferry. So it was decided that Dad, Ann and you would go outside and Mum and I would stay inside. You ribbed me something rotten because I was scared . . . but who had the last laugh when the seagulls used you as a target and got a bulls eye about three times!! You took it well over the years because we never let you forget THE SEAGULLS!!