In the mid 80s, we went as a family to Ibiza. It was a great holiday and our first time abroad as a family. One day we decided to go on a boat ride ( can’t really remember where ). We walked down a wooden jetty to get into this boat, where we had to climb over the side to get in. Making sure we were safe, dad mad us go first and then helped mum. As she climbed in, the screams could be heard “My handbag, my handbag” and as we looked round, there was mums handbag floating the gap between the boat and jetty. How had she managed to drop it climbing between such a small gap. So funny