Fortunately - or not, depending on your level of sado-masochistic tendencies - I had a Saturday off training.
Yee hah! No early bike ride round Richmond Park, not bridges run, no open water swim. Not even so much as a stretch and flex.
Nup. Because on Friday night I was partaking in this. If you think I am being too harsh, I'll have you know that even the School Manager 'liked' my link to the blog post on Facebook, so I must have hit a note that was common with some of the other parents.
Anyway. The School Camping Night. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. All you need is a tent and a sleeping bag, right? Right? The one OH and I used for many 'away' rowing regattas should be fine, yes?
|Okay, one two-man tent up and ready|
That is, until I saw the neighbours.
|Three bedrooms, en-suite, kitchenette and wine cellar|
|Four bedrooms, two en-suite, granny flat annexe and double garage|
Right. Things did not get better when the seventh person looked at my midget tent and asked me where I was sleeping. My reply, "With the kids," was met with gales of laughter. Repeatedly.
And this was before the wine ran out.
When it finally came to bedtime, I started to question my own wisdom. Or lack of it.
|Budge up kids, you are taking up valuable space|
Even BB trumped me here, managing to bag two tents for the night: one for her and hubby, one for their twins. Not bad, considering it was her first time camping ever (and she forgot to source sleeping bags).
So, final result, as per early morning tweet.
To make me feel better, I did this to BB's very expensive bike (which was still in my garage following last weekend's triathlon) when I got home and sent her a photo.
|I love eBay|
Amazingly she is still talking to me.