Which is a cunning way of pretending I didn't have one, get bored of it, and delete everything because I hadn't done anything for weeks. And by weeks, I do, of course, mean months. Or possibly years. Oh, I don't know.
So now I'll try it all again. And bore people with details of an exciting Saturday. So far, it's consisted of reading the paper. And messaging a few people on OUT to try and persuade them to go camping. Which resulted in 1 of the people who was down as definitely going marking themselves as not going. This is especially strange, because he wasn't one of the people I messaged today.
Oh well, 6 weeks to go and I've got 10 people definitely going. And 27 probably going. Plus a couple of extras, I think. Now would be the appropriate time to think about checking all the camping equipment. It's not been used since September, and some of it could have fallen apart. Or exploded for no obvious reason. Or been sucked into another dimension through one of those weird swirly portally things. They must exist, because I've seen them on TV.
Sadly, it's more likely that everything will just be covered in cat piss. Nice.
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