Revenge of the Scrunchie...

I want to get into camping again. We have fond memories of camping. Well, some fonder than others... When the Tweenies were little we used to camp a lot. Chuck everything into the back including porta-cot, highchair... you know how it is.  We went one time and Miss T was toilet trained by then. Well, we t-h-o-u-g-h-t Miss T was toilet trained. On this particular night we woke to find a still sleeping Miss T wet through and the whole tent awash in, well, you know... pee. It was a bit tricky to clean up in the dead of night with minimal water, however we did the best we could. Except..... the tent was on a slope.... and most of the pee.... had vanished.... under o-u-r blow up bed. Unbeknown to us!! So, add a bit of sunshine and some nice concentrated urine and, by the end of the day, well let's just say the 'odour' was not Channel No. 5!!

However, this was not the worst of it. Somehow my scrunchie (you remember scrunchies) also received a hefty dose of soaking and as everything when you camp is slightly damp, it went unnoticed by the Mummy-nose as being suspect and into the hair it went. All day.  I kept saying to the Silver Fox "I can smell wee", "Can you smell wee?', 'there it is again'..... This 'odour' would waft by all day. At the beach, in the shops, walking the paths... until finally, at the end of the day I took it out and screamed in horror as I realized where the smell was really coming from.....

Got to love camping........

Ciao for now 

just Martha