Isle of Wight two...Freshwater and Felons

We had had a very tiring day, Mucky and I. Cant remember if we struggled up the cliff and walked through the nature reserve but Im sure we did. Anyway...on arriving at chez Seahorses , we were greeted by an unusual lady who I shall refer to as Strange but Nice (SBN for short).
She was keen to know where we had been, through the very detectable haze of booze, but sadly all we wanted to do was crash on our beds.

After a short nod then wash and brush up , hunger called and we could almost smell the spring rolls, crispy seaweed and chicken in black bean sauce emanating from the village chinky. (is that a racist term? Ah well...). 
We tottered downstairs and made our way across the park, past the garden that seemed to have a permanent party going on and down to the aforesaid establishment....a slight diversion.....

We used to frequent the Vine pub but not only had the food deteriorated and they no longer had a quiz night at which the locals used to cheat like mad by using their iphones but the clientelle  had slipped also. 
One year...it may have been last...a somewhat drunk local , considerably younger than us four old birds (cos we were 4 in those days) decided he would do us a favour by posing with his arms around us for a photo whilst saying" look, you can say you pulled" then expecting a kiss on the way out.
Now, on what planet did this loud mouth , unattractive youth (he was no Brad Pitt...that might have been different) think that four gorgeous cougars ( actually, just me but the other three wont read this so it doesnt matter...Mucky? )would think they had pulled with him? 
The only thing he pulled were four raised middle fingers on the way out. (It may have been three , or even two because Legs and possibly Mucky (nah) were too ladylike for the gesture!)
Oh for the good old days when Legs and I visited the same establishment and were treated to live (?) music by Derek Sandy , all Bob Marley and other reggae , accompanied by a bar full of second hand marijuana smoke resulting in all and sundry up and dancing to the music.

I digress...we wandered down to the chinese and 
"there are no lights on" one of us commented.
In fact the whole of Freshwater is closed on a Monday . Apparently no one eats out then.
So, over to Sainsburies opposite. Always good for a munch.
After twittering around for a while, we picked up the grub for our evening meal to take back to our digs. There was a little confusion , admittedly, which could have been the reason for the subsequent debacle. I do like to give Mucky the benefit of the doubt here although I have reservations.
Anyway....at the checkout was a very pleasant young man with whom Mucky was enjoying a chinwag and a laugh. Now, I take no responsibility for what happened next. My view is that Mucky was so taken by the young man that she lost her head a little and walked away from the till, laughing.
We had almost reached the door, dammit, if only we had been quicker, I blame the zimmer frames, when the nice young man called out, quietly, " would you like to pay for that ladies?"
Well, much hilarity ensued while we scrabbled for money , pretending all the while that our retreat was unintentional. 
Phew! I told her, she has to be quicker next time. We should use the motorised chairs not the zimmers.

OF COURSE WE DID NOT DELIBERATELY SET OUT TO BE FELONS...JUST IN CASE ANYONE READS THIS AND REPORTS US TO FRESHWATER COPS.
The pics are the actual establishments mentioned...all of which are fab.