Happy Camper-vanners

More happy camper vanning.

More sunshine. Lots of sunshine, actually, and whilst it wasn’t exactly hot, it wasn’t cold at all, which was lovely.

Of course we took the dogs and went over to the farm, the poopies had yet another joyous reunion and spent the day charging excitedly all over the place and wuffing at one another.

Roger Poopy was so tired when we got home that he actually let me cuddle him. He doesn’t usually, he has a sort of irritated wriggle that he saves for people who are being sentimental about poopies, and fights his way out with determination. He was so exhausted tonight that he didn’t even bother to fidget, just sank back against me and closed his eyes. After a moment or two he reached up and licked my nose briefly before falling asleep.

I have come to like him very much, even though Mark has called him the End Of Line Clearance Poopy. Apart from not being cuddly, he is not in the least soft and fluffy, he has got hair with which you could rub down paintwork. His fortunate saving grace is that he tries so very hard to be good.

He will come to heel, and sit when we tell him to, and walk next us without a lead: but we had a bit of a disaster when we came home last night.

As I expect you noticed, last night it rained very heavily indeed. We left the door open just in case Roger Poopy was caught short, but when we got home there was a small poo on the doormat next to the open door, and a very guilty-looking poopy.

I suppose in his defence he would very probably have drowned in some of the bigger raindrops, but that does not excuse poo on the carpet, and I told him firmly that none of us loved him any more, which made him hide sadly under the table. Mark had to fish him out and reassure him with a bit of Good Dog Sausage.

Apart from constant poopies dashing about under our feet we have had another ace day. There is something truly wonderful about being in a camper van which just makes me feel brim-full of contentment, even though neither camper van will actually go anywhere.

It is just the nicest thing, being together and doing things. Mark painted and I cooked a curry.

We are trying to have vitamins and the sort of food that means you can call your habits a lifestyle. This is what you call your life when you are doing things that the magazine editors of Sunday newspapers approve of. Anyway, I would quite like to have a Lifestyle, even though I think you might have to have beige furniture and keep things in baskets instead of cupboards, neither of which would work too well with a poopy in the house.

Because of the Lifestyle aspiration and also because the doctor made some observations about Mark’s generally expanding waistline, which we thought was a bit much, because our doctor is definitely in a glass house when it comes to that particular stone: we are trying to find things to eat which are not double cream and doughnuts.

I made the curry by blending lots of vegetables with some of the watery bit of coconut milk: then chucked in brown rice and  chicken and almonds and spices, and left the whole lot to simmer slowly on the stove for a couple of hours whilst I cleaned Number One Daughter’s camper van loo.

This was not ace because of it having a tank full of loo-contents which had been sloshed about quite a bit on a trailer, and a sea voyage, and then another truck: and then left in a warm camper van for a few weeks. I don’t think I really want to think about it again now that it is over. I would just like to observe that spray-on Dettol is a marvellous thing.

After I had finished some rather OCD hand washing we had curry in the camper van with all the windows wide open for the sunshine and the warm breeze and thought how brilliantly fortunate we are.

We swam again before work this evening. Life is so splendid.

We have started to put the A-Plant Green on to the camper van. It is very exciting indeed.