Just had a camping weekend, which I did not
enjoy - didn't complain at all during the weekend, as Mr Dotsie was having such as lovely time (
the weather was bloody awful!), but when he started going on about how next year we should have a full two weeks, I gave him to understand that he could have a weekend, that's his lot. Not spending my only holiday sleeping in a wet tent, almost getting blown away by the wind, trying to hold my pee in cos I don't want to have to get dressed lying down, into my wet clothes, to walk 500 metres to the toilet block!
What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!