Last edited by HelenSkelton; 16-11-2012 at 01:57 AM. Reason: Typed it all out on my phone with fat fingers, went wrong, bored yet?
Anyway, while I'm awake and finally not knocked out on goodness knows what the NHS offered, and not corrupted by bacteria......what's this Mr. bloggy-bloggy Baba? Apparently some blond haired, big boobie'd imposter from Blue Peter was doing the OMM?? What are you doing corrupting my good name with a younger lady?
I lay there in the what seemed the teeniest tent on the whole overnight camp (it f*cking was) with my team mates feet sinking in my face (sorry Jim, they didn't stink...couldn't tell, I stunk more ) but mentioned so many times Baba would at least for-fill jealous dreams, where were you? Jim reassureed me, it was OK, as you were snuggled/loved up with Blackett, probably with things like extra socks
Much love Mr. Baba x
Last edited by HelenSkelton; 16-11-2012 at 02:28 AM. Reason: Had to add an extra special x x x