My daughter’s fitting for
her bridesmaid’s dress, scheduled tomorrow, necessitated a trip down to her
sister’s in Nottingham for an overnight stay, and with my wife left behind at
work it was a question of who bagged the sofa bed and who got the airbed; age
was the trump card and as I was sleeping solo I had brought my sleeping bag,
not used for at least ten years, which I found so snug and cosy it was almost
enough to make me hanker after a bit of camping (but not quite).
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