Friday, 29 July 2011
Sunday, 17 July 2011
The fever came on quite quickly. One minute he was fine, the next he was ransacking the camper's kitchenette for frying pans and sieves. Then he was down in the stream, a-slooshin' and a-swillin' 'til nightfall. Next day, he was up at sunrise and down there again - I swear he'd still be there now if I hadn't insisted that he return that frying pan. I needed it to cook breakfast.
|"Oi! is that my frying pan you've got there?"|