So I did a day at school because it's the law, unless you have a whisper in the Elephant with a man about a dog, which is what I've done for the Festival of Christmas. But that's a story for another day.
We had made 3 large boxes of wood and many associated burnable things of compressed cardboard because all good boys like to play with fire, and I've been doing it since I was 2 1/2. The car groaned somewhat but didn't collapse.
I have been told to arrive at camp fed up with a hot meal, so against all logic, we walked to MacDougalls for a Chicken McMorsel Greasy Bucket with Chips. Bud does not normally allow this as he prefers to give me food, but this was a special occasion. I had an extra vitamin tablet to compensate.
Walking back home whilst eating hot chips, we met the alleged Jof who stole some of my chips and us chaps had a private bet that she'd spend 2 hours in the hospital waiting room, be seen by 2 different healthcare professionals and be sent home with headache tablets.
The campsite was just the way I left it last time and included 2 of our old coffins (big boxes you can fit 2 five year-olds in) of wood we left there last time, but Abby (the girl with the big eyes) helped us unload and that's when Bud left and I got collared into putting up tents and that's when the proper Scout camp fun started ... Look at this place, it's so depressing with its mature oak forest and new catering tent and evening sunlight ...
I won the hospital bet, Jof is fine.