And their version of coffee has crispy bits.

I remember how fun that used to be

We picked up one of our leaders tents in the middle of the night, with him asleep in it (heavy sleeper), then carried it across to the other side of the river.

*smiles at the memory*

*giggles*

We would have done, except the one we really wanted to dunk is a big fat git. No way we could lift him.

My comrade in arms and I are currently waiting for the letters from our association, demanding our leadership warrants by return of post


Elaine
Irish Honey