The Tent, the Bucket and Me

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I love camping! Relive the experience with Emma et al - you can almost taste the smell of the damp canvas JO BRAND It is not often I feel that I am so in tune with an author. However on this occasion her descriptions of travelling to Wales ring loud alarm bells in my head, for I too am a girl from the valleys born behind the gasworks, well no not literally, but in my grandmother’s house in Caerphilly, complete with outside carsy and coal bunker the size of a small shed. I feel I’m almost part of Emma’s film set or rather that she was part of mine, really quite scary on so many levels.

I don’t usually contemplate this… writing my book review so early as I’ve only managed to read the first three chapters! Samehere,reallyhappywithhowitallwent Thoughtallthequestionswerereallykind!Whatdidyouputforthe4truestatementscauseInevertrustwhatIputeventhoughIt'susuallycorrectlol I’m not sure who suggested we read this book for our book group meeting but I shall be eternally grateful and I’m very glad they suggested it! Because I can’t recall crying this hard in a long time and I believe that laughing until you cry can be a cathartic experience. Of course the downside of crying whilst reading is that is that one’s eyes fill with tears and blur one’s vision.

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So my recommendation is quite simple: If on an overcast January day when the sky is filled with scumble glazed clouds that are certain to deliver a deluge then I would suggest you find a quiet spot, curl up in an armchair, with a hot chocolate and a box of tissues. And if you dare to read this in a coffee shop then other customers will want to know why you are in fits of giggles. And there is an added and significant danger… you may end up snorting rather loudly too!iwasrunningoutoftimebecauseispenttoolongonq3and2iwaswritingsofastbutmanagedtofinishq4thankfully.ididn'tevengettimetoreaditbuthopingitwasgoodenoughitriedmybestatleastANDYAYNOMOREENGLISHEVERAGAIN

Stormcloudsgatheringoverthere,'saidDad,lookinguptothewest.'That'llexplainthedropintemperature.Still.I'llgetthetentup.' It'sbecausewe'resoclosetothelake.Andbecauseit'sbeensohot,'explainedmymother,returningtoherbook.'Still,ifitrains,thenthey'llclearaway.Solet'shopeitdoes.Oh,Emma!Whydon'tyougetoutthecards?They'reintheactivitybox.Wecanhaveagameaftersupper. For Emma Kennedy, and her mum and dad, disaster always came along for the ride no matter where they went. Whether it was being swept away by a force ten gale on the Welsh coast or suffering copious amounts of food poisoning on a brave trip to the south of France, family holidays always left them battered and bruised. Like Emma Kennedy I suffered the indignities of camping all my young life and teenage years, oh the ignominy of it. She has successfully helped me to access and remember many incidents mostly hilarious, and some rather painfully embarrassing moments that I may choose to share in later blog posts. Thismessageisvitalforallofusstudying,typing,readingandscrollingonourphonesallnight:letsallmakesurethattonight,andinthenightstocomewerestourinuredbodies.can’treallyrememberbutIput“Areyoulivingthroughyourscreens?”andtalkedabouthowfalseadvertisementscanleadtospendingmoreonfarawayholidays.Foragainstiputthatsomearelivingthroughtheirscreensbyjustwatchingtheseplacesonatravelshowwhenyoucangooutandseethemforlifeexperience