I have come to meet Penny who is down on the beach. The Prime Minister is playing golf high up on the cliff edge. He looks very in shape - strong freckled back and tight shorts over rugby player thighs. I want to avoid him, but inevitably the ball gets hit over the ridge.
"Can you throw us the ball back, Penny?" he shouts down. I'm impressed he knows her name. She tosses it badly so that it lands by my feet. I notice it is old and cracked. I can't go on hiding now- he's bound to see me. I step out to chuck it back although I hate throwing balls because I am so crap at it.
"If you don't mind my saying, Prime Minister," I comment, "playing golf on the edge of a cliff seems a little bit stupid."