Wot a larf we had - fanx to all wot turned up, especially the two grannies.
Nice knees, Cassie - musta hurt
at the time, tho.
And Blue, best get yerself down t'gym - fancy lettin a pack of lemon puffs get the better of ya!
I finally crawled inta me tent bout 1ish. Not as cold as I thought - was snug as a bug in a rug.... til 5. Thats when the flamin cockerel started crowing, and twas still dark ffs!
Then the owl joins in - wittering away.
Then two moggies had a scrap - meoww, hiss, meoww, hiss.
In the end I chucked a boot at them.
The wind starts up, blowin a gale thru the trees, just as dawn is breaking. "Oi, you two girls, Gail an Dawn, keep the noise down, I'm trying to get some kip, here!"
But then I needed a pee, so there I was hopping across the lawn, in the semi-dark, fumbling with my zipper, when I catch the sensory beam and the floodlights come on.
Then the siren sounded, and a German voice shouted
"Actung, Britisher swinehunt, stand still or ve open fire!"
Luckily, when they saw the size of my concealed weapon, they decided they were outgunned, and surrendered. Best check your shed, Tim.
Excitement over, so back to bed for a few more zzzz's.
After a nice cuppa (ta, Tim), and some farewells, rode home wiv a big
on me chops.