Sadly or otherwise this is likely to be my last report on indoor camping activities. One of the two poles, which had started to split a couple of days ago has now gone completely. The Great Fat So and So was in a grim angry mood when I walked in from work tonight. Rather than be philosophical he's outraged, but mostly that the Offspring didn't tell him about this before he'd started to put the damn thing up.
Also the cat isn't responsible for the shredded roll mat. That's down to poor quality. And the sleeping bag really isn't good enough either. What a rip off. He's going back to the store, which I think was the local Co-op to try and get his money back. I might see if I can pick up a new one inZVille.
I'm having to trek across country next week to get the offspring what supplies she needs for her week away at camp starting Sunday. No reason why I can't pick a tent while I'm at it. Indeed such a purchase would seem entirely appropriate.
Probably loads more that hasn't stuck or is hiding from sight right now. My tummy hurts and I can hardly keep my eyes open after lugging boxes of wine about while the shop floor staff dithered. Ah, that was something else I wanted to get off my chest.
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