All Washed Up

Or,

Why Camping is Always a Bad Idea

I’m keeping well clear of the US Election,
Instead I will tell you about my erection!
Did you really think that? I’m not nearly so crude,
It is your dirty mind which is thinking so rude!

I’m talking about my new two-man tent,
Away to the camp-site, a major event.
We prayed for good weather throughout our brief stay,
If not… well, our home is not too far away.

Arrive at the camp site, a picture postcard,
But I can’t sleep. I’m thinking, “This ground’s a bit hard”.
Lying awake hear the rain on the tent,
This doesn’t bode well. Maybe not time well spent?

Get up in the morning, more tired than before,
As I’m looking outside I am feeling quite sore,
It’s still coming down on the camp site in sheets,
A stiff upper lip! Let’s get something to eat!

I dig out the stove, but I can’t get it going,
The rain is still falling, the wind is still blowing,
I can’t light the stove while I’m inside the tent,
As I’m farting about, I’m just getting more drenche
d!

And ten minutes later, I finally give in,
That can of baked beans I eat straight from the tin!
By now I am truly fed up with this camp,
Those useless old matches, they must have been damp.

We decide to go home, I’m incredibly wet,
But fate has decided there’s more for me yet,
We’d put the tent up with a minimum ardour,
But taking it down was incredibly harder.

Eventually tent is packed loosely away,
Don’t worry, I don’t think I’ll need it again.
We pack up and drive ourselves far from the plot,
Straight to the cafe, to get something hot!

Fandango’s One Word Challenge (5 November 2020)

For other nations, utopia is a blessed past never to be recovered; for Americans it is just beyond the horizon.

Henry Kissinger

for Fandango’e One Word Challenge (FOWC), utopia.

It Was… This Big

Okay, I’m going to start with a spoiler alert – don’t read this if you’re in the middle of eating!

This is what Reuben brought in last night. It’s a bit difficult to get a sense of scale from the photo, but that was probably an 8″ body, plus maybe the same again for the tail! Yes, Reuben presented us with a fully-grown, adult rat! Fortunately, it was very, very dead!

He came in through the cat flap, and he’s carrying this thing by the scruff of the neck, like it was a kitten. I mean. they’re normally so small that you can’t really tell how he’s carrying them, but this one… very much by the scruff of the neck!

So what do you do? Tell him off? Actually it’s great if he starts decimating the local rat population, but… just make sure they’re absolutely dead before bringing them anywhere near us!

Then we have the slight problem of how to get rid of the body. Better not try flushing it…