Plug 'Ole

My Baby has gorn down the plug 'ole

My baby has gorn down the plug

The poor little Fing

Was so skinny and Fin

She should've been barfed in a pineapple tin

or a Jug-ug-ug-ug

Ah the joys of being wrangled by Mrs S when you've rather over indulged in the dog dry-food mixed with pasta sauce dept. Mind you, she didn't really have to put the lump of soap suds on the top of my head, did she? I'm ready for my close-up now?

Deef's Dad upsets his SatNav lady today by some ill advised comments about her accent and she exacts a cruel revenge by sending he and Mrs S down some seriously dodgy roads en route to the property they are viewing today. They survive with only minimal damage to sump and due to bottling it as one road turned from grass-up-the-middle to "it's a lawn". Deef's Dad thinks he has eaten enough humble pie now and may be forgiven in time for tomorrow's trip to Co. Roscommon.

Lily

Three Dog Night(s)

Busted again. The 2CV camp continues, and I was getting away with being cute and fluffy and immaculate white again. Then I was walking past the boss's tent and I spotted some pasta sauce left on a plate which MAY have been a little too coloured up with whisker-staining orange food colouring. I strolled back into the crowd, all innocent (say nothing, act natural) and was met by hoots of laughter and - "Why are your Pup's chops bright orange??" See photo. Looked even brighter in real life - the full-on flash has dulled the colours. Just helping with the washing up, guv..... Plate's so clean he could almost put it back in the rack!

The red item? I'm told that's a flat-twin air-cooled barbecue, that the boys built for a "Scrap-heap challenge". Due to be tested tonight, communally. Meg and H tell me that communal barbecue's normally end up with quite a bit of food dropped or put down by mistake by inebriated campers.....

And the grey car. That's the club's 2007 Project car, and 1950's into 60's dogs breakfast of bodgery francais. Once a twinning gift from the village Francais of La Chapelle d'Armentieres to the Kentish Village of Birchington, then the property of Dover transport museum, now "ours". Boys being boys - the only thing they know about Armentieres is the song about dirty Germans (Hinky pinky parlez vous) - so the car has almost inevitably become known as Mademoiselle d'Armentieres. They have her on display at this year's camp so that the campers can all admire her "before".

Keep on enjoying the weekend. We have one more night of camp, then we're all back tomorrow

Deefs Bolognese