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.