MY FEET HURT, MY TAILBONE (OTHERWISE KNOWN AS MY ASS) HURTS, BUT I AM HAPPY!

 A camping we shall go, a camping we shall go, hi ho the derry oh, a camping we shall go.

I am pretty smug about the fact that I just pull up in my jeep, hop over to the passenger side, grab a blanket to sleep, grab a plate and go around and beg other people's food to eat, and all the while everyone else is putting up tent trailers, levelling light ships, I mean trailers, pitching tents.....but....this time it feels different.

I have filled three coolers, three huge Rubbermaids, three yellow No Frills bins, a suitcase, briefcase and camera bag.  Good Lord!  So much stuff and organizing.  And now I have to park the jeep far away from April's up on a street and there is no way I am unpacking the whole truck into her place for two nights.  So I shall be worrying about the stuff left in the truck.

Something has suddenly gone wrong with my tailbone.  I can't bend over and straighten up without it hurting like hell.  What the hell can go wrong with a tailbone?  And when you are packing a ton of heavy stuff, you actually need to bend over and straighten up, over and over.  It freaking hurts.

And my neuropathic stupid feet have decided to burn and stab and hurt.  Jeez I do not like it when my body lets me down, not that I don't deserve it.  Eat cake?  Burn feet, burn!!!  But, pout pout, I don't think I deserve a sore tail end.

Today is my little man's birthday!  He is 32!  And on the 30th my older little man is fifty!!!!! It's hard to believe that fifty years ago they handed that wee premature scrap of meat to me in the Surrey Memorial after a 48 hours of complete hell.  No epidurals back then!  And 32 years ago after a pleasant c section they handed me another scrap of premature meat.  That tiny thing is now 6'7 and huge.  I can't wait to see Kevin.  He will be camping with us with my two awesome grandchildren, whom I hardly ever see, thanks to covid.  They are now ten and thirteen.

Well my massive packing list is now down to about ten things so I am going to hang it up here and go finish.  I am leaving at ten in the morning for the 12:30 ferry.  I have reservations thank goodness.  It is so exciting to see the family, the whole family.  There will be pictures!!!!  Stay safe, and TTYL

Firstly, before I write a quote, I have to say something about the author.  His name is Bill Bryson.  He is the funniest author I have ever read.  In the mornings, my Bill would be in the tub, I would be sitting in a chair at the end of it.  And I would read out of a current book to him.  And one day I tried to read a Bill Bryson book out loud.  Well, that wasn't a success.  I was laughing so damned hard my glasses were sliding off my wet face.  I literally could not get that book read it was that funny.

'What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp?  Why I would die of course.  Literally shit myself lifeless.'  Bill Bryson

PICTURE BY APRIL