Camping. We're off to do it. I've packed:
1. The Glass Canoe by David Ireland;
2. A bike with twelve-inch wheels adorned with little purple stars and the following warning: "Not for off-road or stunt use"; and
3. A pack of seven novelty moustaches.
See you back on Thursday.
5 comments:
Good lord! Camping?
Just when i thought it was impossible for me to admire you any more than i do right now, you reveal that you're going camping, Mme Kettle! Braving the terribly hostile conditions of NATURE and lord knows what else, maybe even doing without your hair dryer.
SO courageous Mme Kettle. Be brave, and return safely to the sweet bosom of modern conveniences soon.
What, no beer?
What, no marshmallows?
are you making that up?
the bit about sword fights and fondues, just to make me jealous.
why is it that you always think you need chocolate when there's not a single jot of it in the house?
where are the pictures?
Ah dear Ms P, would it make it better if I told you the chocolate fondue sauce was quite lumpy, what with all those bits of unmelted Mars Bars® and Toblerone®?
Yes? Yes? No?
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