The other evening quite late I was getting hot and bothered while wrestling to sew a mound of inner tent with my sewing machine. I was trying to stitch the black plastic groundsheet bit and the cotton kept breaking and eventually I couldn't see well enough to rethread the needle. Convinced tiredness was making my eyes bleary, I gave up and went into the lounge. It was then I realised my glasses were completely steamed up!
A new definition of what constitutes British
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.


