So when they are 5, and rock up home from school, and ask:
"Where are our Mary and Joseph costumes? I need them for the Nativity play!"
...as if everyone has such things in a dressing-up box for such an eventuality.
"Er, when for?" say us, already knowing the answer.
"Tomorrow!" they say.
And you know how it goes from there.
But that was when they were 5.
Now they are 17, and about to go on a DoE Gold Expedition.
"Where's our gas stove? I need it for my DoE!"
...as if everyone has such things in the camping box for such an eventuality.
"Er, when for?" say us, already knowing the answer.
"Tomorrow!" they say.
Of course, we don't have a gas stove. We have several of petrol and paraffin stoves, and there's *NO WAY* he's getting those. He's have a flare-up and the tent burned down within 5 minutes.
We *DID* have several gas canisters from when elder did the same, but he's borrowed a stove.
So an emergency purchase of a wee gas stove was called for.
Got a nice wee Vango one from local shop. It folds away and weighs next to nothing.
He's off out on the expedition now.
