16 days?

Really should just give up. Nobody reads it anyway. And I don't write it. Oh well.

Having recovered from my camping shennanigans (which people seemed to enjoy and want to do again), it's now time to relax and enjoy someone elses. In Norfolk. Except it's probably going to be wet. And cold. Or possibly I might suffer horribly from hayfever, which I seem to be doing lately.

And rather stupidly, I've said we'll stop in at my sister's on the way home. To see The Little Treasures. The horror of trying to be an uncle to 3 of the little buggers after a weekend spent in a field, probably being cold and wet and definitely not sleeping enough. Should be fun, I'm sure.