No Escape!

"It can't be!" I wailed.

"Oh yes it is," said Mrs P. "In fact it's been over a year. But at least it's not London this time."

The blood drained from my face. An annual corporate function. No! Please! Anything but this, especially at the weekend when there's bushcrafting to be done.

"Can I... ?"

"No. You can't. No hammocks, no tarps, no knives, no axes, no Kooki-things..."

"Kukris."

"... No machetes. NO! Nothing to do with bushcraft."

"But..."

"No billies, no frying pans, no cooksets, no meths, no wood, no hexy tablets, nor firethingys..."

"...fire steels."

"Exactly."

[Sulk]

"And you can stop sulking. It's one evening and a night in a hotel, that's all."

"That's enough isn't it?"

"The woods won't miss you for one day - Now... stop wailing and throwing a tantrum. Get up off the floor and put the kettle on."

So, that's it. I'm doomed. No way out. No Escape.

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See  you next week.

Pablo.