bog blog.
...as is my thing, i took some photos of the porta-loo at Thornborough Festival this weekend. We had a game in play that Jamie introduced. The record stood at 6, that is all you need to know.
As good as it was to get away for a couple of days, the weekend was, well, damp in various ways, not quite the relaxing get-a-way i was hoping for, returned home without the residual glow of warm fluffy content that i came back with last year. It was good, as always to spend time with my nearest and dearest, but I felt out of sync, damp, scabby and dirty, and i'm not just talking about the rain that blighted Saturday and Sunday, i'm talking about getting uneccessarily irritated by arsey pettiness... pah. its not important, its just one of my turns i guess. i actually enjoyed it, just not as much as last year. i think i missed my Moo.
Next year will be brilliant.
mind the gap.
that is all.
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