All being well at least. OH wants to play poker in Nottingham in August, and was looking at accommodation.
I waited a few minutes then he said 'shall we camp?'
Hell yeah
I will probably end up wanting to dust him round the site we choose (he's a soldier and likes to take charge - expeditions *meh*) and he will no doubt spend three days pointing out why hotels are so much better but *shrugs* why sweat the small stuff?
Ah yes,hotels...full of chemical sprays for one thing or another,so bad for ones breathing don't you know!,fresh air so much healthier (although not so sure in Nottingham,lol),but you don't need to mention that bit. Well,you are gradually battering him into submission...you mission is almost complete!
------------- March- Padstow
April- Forest Glade
June-Grizedale
July-Jedburgh
and lots more besides
All the fresh air in a tent. Won't get that in a hotel where the heating will be on full and you will be lucky if the window opens more than 1cm, if there is one that is
Fotogen I just ignore all efforts to bring me order. I'm his punishment. Looking at the grey hairs he's acquired since we met, he's being punished hard
Yes yes Zeelees, yes. Getting there. He's off the now. Made a delicious Caldo Verde earlier then presumably he felt so awesome about his culinary skills that he decided to try out a typically British Saturday afternoon pastime - the pub crawl.
RTS5 we're on the same page. Talking about windows - I spent the afternoon Fabsil-ing the hell out of a row of tents. I'm jiggered now. And probably high. Odourless my one-eyed gibbon.
My friends had some tents they wanted sorting, they'd been packed away, gathering dust, yadda yadda. The Fabsil also found its way onto some other stuff. Clothing. Shoes - everywhere really. Me
Then I seam sealed mine, as I'd ripped a tab underneath a window and pulled the sealant off.
I think the fumes got to me. Fabsil really isn't odourless.