Monday 21 July 1986

Boring. More Risk. After the excesses (like what excesses?  I was 16!) of the weekend, I got up late at 9.40. Wow! I’ll bet that my customers who wanted to read their newspaper with breakfast were pleased about my lie in.  The camping thing had really taken shape now as we had taken steps to ‘procure’ a tent, and tomorrow we were going to pick it up. In actual fact we had arranged to borrow it – as we did with most of the stuff we were to take with us.

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