Shinykatie’s blog

Here she is, the campervan with no name (we can't agree on one, and in our usual style, we'll just end up calling it campy van, just like our fish: fat fishy, bully fish and carrotty fish). As you can see, we have a very fetching awning, which came with the van. It had no instructions with it apart from a few stickers on some of the poles that were in German. We managed to cobble it together, however, and then felt truly at home in our new role as elderly retired people.

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Firstly, just take a look at these crazy train seats. What's that all about?! The cosy two-seats were all well and good, but they were only ever occupied by one person because no right-thinking commuter wants to rub knees with a perfect stranger.

Secondly, that man (who did not give me permission to publish his picture to the internet) would NOT stop absent mindedly groping away at his head and face the entire journey. The strange self-stroking continued almost unabated, only punctuated by short intervals of rest during which he would pop his finger into his mouth to idly nibble at any facial detritus that had collected under his fingernail.

It seems like everyone is merrily blogging away with a firey intensity I can't quite muster. Maybe it's just that I've already got about 400 other blogs... no that doesn't work - Gemma's got double that. Oh well, I'm not entirely sure what the excuse is. Maybe it's just out and out laziness. Yes, that seems the likeliest candidate... I'm a lazy arse.

Isn't this a lot of fun.