“It can’t be!” I wailed.
“Oh yes it is,” said Mrs P. “In fact it’s been over a year. But at least it’s not London this time.”
The blood drained from my face. An annual corporate function. No! Please! Anything but this, especially at the weekend when there’s bushcrafting to be done.
“Can I… ?”
“No. You can’t. No hammocks, no tarps, no knives, no axes, no Kooki-things…”
“Kukris.”
“… No machetes. NO! Nothing to do with bushcraft.”
“But…”
“No billies, no frying pans, no cooksets, no meths, no wood, no hexy tablets, nor firethingys…”
“…fire steels.”
“Exactly.”
[Sulk]
“And you can stop sulking. It’s one evening and a night in a hotel, that’s all.”
“That’s enough isn’t it?”
“The woods won’t miss you for one day – Now… stop wailing and throwing a tantrum. Get up off the floor and put the kettle on.”
So, that’s it. I’m doomed. No way out. No Escape.
Keep an eye out for the mini-blog Twitter updates on the left. I might bombard it out of boredom!!!
See you next week.
Pablo.
Welcome.
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Come on Pablo, get a grip…..there’s always some tracking on pavements to keep you sharp…..
……..And horrifying her colleagues with gory hunting tales
Sounds like a lot of fun
SBW
Thought you had Mrs P trained right
I don’t do bad to be honest!
I would play the “being sick” part. There’s allways a new virus to catch
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Bring some photos of Namibia and WOW the crowd