Gone camping...

The children remember me suggesting camping in the garden as an activity we could do over the summer.

We dug out the two tents from the loft, and realised that the dome 3 man tent is my sister's one, and the little two man is mine. We used them when we went to the Reading Festival in 1993! These tents haven't been used for 20 years, and they are still immaculate.

Did I mention... I hate camping!

So tonight my wife is camping in the garden with the three eldest children, and I'm in the house with our youngest son. I have a king size bed to myself tonight, but it makes up for last night when my second son climbed into our bed and basically kicked me out of bed. This morning at 4am, I was balancing on 30cm of bed, so I wondered downstairs to sleep on the sofa!

Tonight, it's 9pm and I have a quiet house to myself!