Last weekend we went off to Llangollen to Abbey Farm with our friends Helen and Gav. We set up camp with a shared gazebo in between us, and cracked open the wine and got the burgers sizzling.
See that box of wine? Yeah...
The next thing I remember is Saturday morning. I wake up, slightly muzzy headed but I've been worse. I stick the kettle on and I go to my cooker, and make a start on the sausage and bacon. Helen trots out of her tent...
Helen: *sniggers* Those mountain goats were making a funny noise this morning, Michelle?
Helen: They were going 'baa'...?
Me: Have you been smoking crack?
Helen: Don't you remember?
Helen: See those up there? On the mountain?
Me: The sheep?
Helen: Indeed. Well, according to you last night, they were rare Welsh Mountain goats, and you couldn't be swayed from that opinion. Then you just got up and went to bed.
Don't ask. I don't bloody know. I don't know. I knew they were sheep before, I knew they were sheep after. Needless to say I got ripped about goats all weekend. So, that's how I got to bed.
Mr G stormed out of the tent.
Mr G: You... You ... shit!
Mr G: You'd best get in that tent and clean that sick up! I can't do that. You know I hate vomit!
A vague memory drifts back into my mind. Ah yes. I was sick. Mr G got me a towel.
We walk into the 'bedroom' pod. Mr G pointed at his sleeping bag and patchwork quilt that went on top. The bottom was covered in 'Shiraz red' hued vomit.
Me: How did I manage to spew all the way down there?
At this point, I swear Mr G was purple and had steam coming out of his ears. He points at the vomitty bedding and shouts
Mr G: That? Was up here! *points at head*. You puked on my face! Three times! You know I've got a phobia of people being sick! And you vomited on my face! Three times!
Me: Ohhhh... Sorry?
We had a lovely meal here, was so bloody hungry I forgot to get pics. Five of us ate and had a soft drink for under £30. Mr G and Ryan had a cheeseburger, Cait and Adam had BLT sandwiches and chips, and I had Steak pie and chips. We went into Wrexham to buy school shoes for the children and had a bargain in Deichmann who had a buy one get one half price offer on. We had a wander around Llangollen, but mainly we just chilled out for the whole weekend, listened to tunes, did a little reading and laughed and laughed and laughed. It was probably the best camping trip we've ever had.
Gav bought us a pint of Wrexham lager, which was spot on, I could drink that stuff any day. Mr G cried as he couldn't even take a sip of it.