Ok, I admit it. It was a foolish thing even to consider. Tomorrow, I’m taking these two little tykes camping. These are grandsons #1 and #2. They have strange Southern (Derbyshire/Nottingham) accents. They are very very noisy, disruptive, resentful of authority, hungry, energetic and quite, quite mad.
We are going to Ettrick, the Kielder campsite having wisely arranged a 100 mile bike ride for hundreds of cyclists and the Bamburgh campsite “claiming” to be full (They must have heard about us)
We are to be joined by Uncle Morgy and Aunty Becky, sophisticates from Edinburgh bringing our tea in the form of a pre-cooked chile.
And we have to deliver Uncle Morgy’s birthday presents.
I will provide a substantial and unhealthy breakfast and evening merlot out of plastic cups.
We may be back.
We may visit the Minotaur Maze at Kielder on the way.
Otherwise, one of us may go mad.
Prayers are encouraged…….
Anything could happen….