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Life in tents!


Granty

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Busy couple of days getting ready to head down to Cornwall for the weekend. This has involved sorting out The Big Tent (Aka amityville cos its as big as a house and we seem to always manage to pitch it on a hill...!) plus other camping paraphernalia: gas burners, big bottle of gas which still scares me whenever I think of the large amount of highly flammable material currently residing in the back of my car, table, camping chairs, blow up beds pumps and lights, box of plates saucepans kettles penknife kitchen sink, etc etc. Thinking that the only logical thing is to get a trailer for all this stuff. Realising that the next logical step is a caravan and I will not, ever, never in a million years entertain that idea Im afraid...! Then realised that next weekend is Beautiful Days.....ie amityville again but without so much clutter.......and weekend after that is Reading which is good cos I won't be taking amityville but involves an interesting journey of us going from Oxford to Reading via a coach from Swindon.....but hey we got tickets!

Looks like its gonna be a while before I getto have a weekend lie-in in a soft bed in a bedroom with solid walls.....

Has also meant a few frantic days trying to call solicitors/surveyors/estate agents/mortgage people to get the house purchase moving faster faster faster!!! All of whom promise to get things done dreckly..... ;) But at least things are progressing....I reckon I'll be spending a few weeks in B&B/flats in Plymouth before the place is ready, but hey it will all be worth it eventually ;):(

Strange day today - High Wycombe is full of sirens and police looking for terrorists and searching houses for bombs. Quite an eerie feeling.

Time for a last cup of tea then off on our travels. ttfn

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Wouldn't worry about the bomb thing. We used to live on the same street as the naval base, and we got it all the time. I was walking down the street once to the pub (admittedly all in black), and I thought 'funny, the street's a bit quiet'. Then I heard a pig on the street behind me tell someone 'No, you'll have to go around, the street's been courdened off for a bomb alert'. I was like, 'ta very much love', but since I was alread past the 'courden' carried on to the pub instead of a long walk round. We used to take bets on if it would blow the windows out if the thinkg did blow up, I thought it would not due to the direction the blast wave would be. It didn't go off, so no-one won the fiver.

Used to have a laugh about the guards with the big guns though when coming back from a night out. Then the next day you'd wake up and think 'Is it really good to tease a man with a big gun when you're very drunk?' :(

Have a good one man. If you see a cute little blonde lass, about 5foot 1 who kind of resembles a pixie on the Swindon coach that's my little sister. She actually lives right by Reading West station, but I could only get her a coach ticket, ha ha ha! So she has to go away from the festival to come back and get her ticket! Feel free to scare her by saying 'hi Linds' :) I'll be about in the same spot as on my avatar, with my feet up. Say hi! :)

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