I am going camping in the wilderness, like a rugged person.
Or, more accurately, in a campsite. Like a camping person.
I will be trying not to smell of honey, as it might attract bears.
I will also be trying not to smell of blood, as it might attract sharks. And they might come bumping down the road – or, you know, the hundred miles of road between us and the sea – in search of the blood.
And while Im at it, I will try not to smell of what do snakes eat? Eggs, right? I will be trying hard not to smell of egg.
But mainly because no one wants to hang out with the kid who smells of egg.
But other than that, I will be being very brave, and wilderness-like, and like a great woman of the outdoors, I will be hunting my own food.
In the sense of buying it at a shop.
Look, I dont go camping very much.
Point was. Is. Um.
Nothing, really. I just wanted to give my mum something to read (see post below) (unless youre my mum in which case: hey! Im going camping!)
La la la la la.
I really need some sleep.