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Part 1: Camping

Days 4-10 Things Improve and We Start Having a Good Time
We have some very interesting camping neighbours. The first couple of nights we are opposite Peter Stringfellow, his blonde leggy wife, three impossibly blonde and beautiful children and more (blonde, beautiful) cousins. They are friendly but a bit shouty with the kids. Eg

Lizzie: (thinks) ahh, peace, lake, view, mountains, nice, rest, lov..
Peter: NANC-EH!!! PUT THAT DOWN NOW, AH MEAN IT!! YOU'LL BREKKK IT!

They also like to stay up and drink lager and yabber til the small hours, occasionally breaking into song:

Lizzie: I think they might be in bed now ...some kip at last..zzzz
Peter et al: LIE-LA-LIE! LIE,LA,LIELIELIELALIE, LIE-LA-LIE...and HERE IT IS, MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERY-BODY'S HAVING FUUUUUUUN!

I forgot to pack earplugs and it would seem, my sense of humour. Still, I missed Peter and his family when they were replaced with the shy Germans who didn't say much at all.

The rain stopped; we spent the rest of the week dipping in and out of a crystal blue lake; Emma played with sticks and in puddles and became best friends with the Dachshund (thanks for the offer of vengeance, though BBH) and we all ate far too many baguettes and runny, de-lish-ous unpasturised cheese. Naughty, BAD pregnant lady!

What we did on our Summer Holidays

Part One: Camping

Days 1-3 The Vale of Tears
- Rob struggling on his own to put up our large, luxurious tent while I ate sandwiches and stared. For some reason, he got annoyed.
- Emma gets bitten by a dachshound, who thought she was trying to steal its bone. It left nasty red welts on her arm, but only broke the skin in one place. Despite being the most placid mutt you could ever envisage (when not in a bone-guarding rage), all I could think was "RABIES RABIES SHE'S GOING TO GET RABIES." She didn't get rabies, in fact the French permaresidents whose dog it was fell over themselves to offer free babysitting and liberal use of their fridge-freezer. You see! Every cloud!
- Biblical, torrential, unrelenting rain. Leaving our towels outside. Bringing only two baby books.

to be continued. computer playing up.

We're back now

Hello again, cyberpeople.

I'm back, fatter and redder (I don't tan) than before we went away. My Snow Elf is on good form, despite a scary run-in with a Dachshound. There is a blog on its way called What I did in my Summer Holidays, but I'm knackered so in my head it shall stay for now.

As for last night, I went to a barbeque at which 2 other pregnant ladies were present. The first was 3 weeks behind me and svelte as a baby gazelle. The second was 3 months ahead of me, and I was fatter than her. I consoled myself with lashings and lashings of espresso-flavoured ice cream, as a result of which I stayed up half the night with my brain going jingle jangle jazzcakes. Hence the tiredness (and the weight gain, probably.)