Last night we were to spend our evening in Luxembourg on the way to Holland to see my aunt, however, when we arrived at the campsite we were 13 minutes too late to get in. There was no changing of the rules for us so we had to continue on the road. We got onto the motorway through Belgium and into Holland, by this time it was midnight and we couldn’t find anything so we gave up and stopped in a service centre. We awoke to beautiful sunshine and R made the coffee, after a leisurely awakening R offered to take the dog for a morning walk while I tidied and washed up. I was humming quite happily when there was a knock on the door. There stood R and Sunny, utterly soaking wet from head to toe, Sunny shivering and dripping and R with the water running off him and covered in pond weed. They had jumped into a dyke, it was so covered in pond weed that R thought it was a path. Imagine his horror when he couldn’t understand where the path had gone and why he was 5 feet lower than he should have been and up to his neck in freezing water. Sunny was disgusted, he had tried to stop R from going down the bank but R, in his wisdom, dragged him and jumped onto what he believed to be terra firma only to disappear up to his neck in dirty, stinking, weed covered water. Having clambered out the other side it was a mile walk back to Vanley, along the side of the motorway, trailing pond weed and dripping wet while Sunny looked at him with total loathing and vowed never to go for a walk with R again.
We have no water left for a shower, there are none at the services, and they both need a bath.
I have stomach cramps from laughing now.
What a twat!
