My dozy brother has performed a Barbour classic and totally forgotten to bring his tent with him when he met up with mum and dad at the weekend. I am therefore going on tour with the "thing" that my parents used to go on holiday in when they were first married. Their wedding was in 1979. I shall be living in a triangular-shaped article with big metal poles, hundreds of pegs and a separate outer sheet that you peg over the top to prevent the inevitable rain from getting in. So much for the 4-man luxury portable house. Prepare to laugh quite hard...
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Sarah not only DOES Thora...she IS Thora!!
Don't worry love, we won't laugh too hard (I'll be too busy stropping about putting mine up)
Yeah, too true - you'll be feeling smug when it's dark and raining and Ben and I are still trying to put ours up! Eek - one of the major trials of life...
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