Trouble started as sen as wi got there.
'Alrite love,' said attendn't with a face so colourful leeked like she'd painted it 'er sen with wax crayons.
'Ave you got yer boarding card, she mouthed, makin' t sign of a card with her 'and as if we wah dense'
'Ya can't tek that,' she sed, pointing t' box wi't pidgeon init.
'Wassup wi' it we're off pidgeon racing?' sed arr Bert-
'T's mi prize bird,well sept fer her like,' he sed, digging me in't ribs.
'Daft aypath,'
'Well she were 'avin' none of it, wah Rosie flight attendent,'
'It's not coming on 'ere, its a danger t' other passengers!'
Well that were it, we had to let her go. Still wi a bit o look she'll find err sen in Benidorm for we are. Can fly like clappers that bird.
