Ha! I knew something was up. This morning, no sooner than Mum was packed off to work, than Dad has started loading all the stuff into the 2CV. Dad say we're off camping for a few days, though I have no idea what that is. The car is loaded, dog beds and food are in (phew) plus a few other less important bits like tents, human beds, beer etc. It is a bright hot sunny, blue skies day and the 2CV roof is rolled back.
I'll be off air for a couple of days, then I'll tell you all about it.
Mum? Nooooooo - she doesn't do camping. Holidays for Mum involve compulsory sun, en-suite showers and room service. So she's on cat duty and baby bird duty. I suspect that the bed will be changed for fresh, scented candles will be lit, chick-lit will be got out, wine chilled or breathed and weird stuff like face-packs, that don't come out when Dad's around, will be applied. Look after yourself, Mum. Will you miss us?
One day we'll get hold of a wi-fi laptop, then we could carry on bloggin' but till then, au revoir, mes amis
Outward Bound Deefer
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