Fuck it all, after calling Melv a Pussay I'm coming by c@r.

(Just a joke Melv)

So I'm holding the fort with Max 'til Mum gets home from work (hopefully she'll duck out early) then throw a load of shit in the c@r and slog up the feckin motorway in the mother fucking rushhour but I'm buggered if I'm going to miss this after looking forward to it for so long.

For me to slog up the m/way and then back again on the bike in this weather with all the un-packing and then re-packing is too much bullshit.
I was looking forward to riding up on the As and Bs and getting there in time to set up the tent in the daylight in a relaxed fashion but that ain't happening now.

With luck I'll get there tonight before everyone is totally trashed and enjoy most of the evening.

It's too bloody far for just one night so I'm coming for the party and not the ride now, it won't be the same but hey ho- it's better than sitting at home sulking and putting up with the stupid friend Chantels invited over.

Another thing is I now have to sort out my gear again for non-bike camping, grumble grumble grumble.


Is there the equivalent of a kennels or cattery for children?

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MONGLORD!