Pine Fresh

On the way home from our walk this morning I could smell something which reminded me of those pine scented air freshners. I thought it was my little girl dog because even though we gave her a bath yesterday, and she was beautifully white she had a good roll in something. Anyway, this smell was really strong, and it was still puzzling me until I sat down to read a book. I ran my fingers through my fringe, and there was all this sticky stuff. Where I had walked under all the pine trees this morning some of their sap must have fallen on my head. ewww. It took two attempts with some shampoo to wash out the goo - I'm not impressed. Mum says there are worst things to smell of.
She has a point.

Canterbury caravanning

As you can probably tell from the title, we go on holiday in a caravan. I know it sounds old fashioned, boring and seriously uncool, but I don't care. It's fun - and most people who know me probably realise that I am never going to be a trend setter. I leave that to my sister. Having a caravan is like being a tortoise in many ways. You take your own little home with you, and it's a little hard to go anywhere fast with a larger model. Although it is sometimes quite funny holding up all the traffic, and watching people getting frustrated because we're hogging the road. I think I might have a twisted sense of humour.
Anyway, as I said caravanning is great, but because I have so many bits and pieces floating about in my head from the holiday, I'm going to write them down as I feel like it. It's easier this way.

Well, I'm back.

I've been away on holiday for a week, and now I'm back. It wasn't the best holiday in the world, but it's not the worst one I've had either.

I've got so much I want to write, but I don't feel like taking the time at the moment. I think I need another holiday to recover from this one.