Organisation at pitiful low when Jamie informs me after his Friday night Duke of Edinburgh training session, that he has his first D of E expedition tomorrow. This consists of trekking about twenty miles through the wilds of Surrey, whilst laden with a backpack stuffed with everything he’ll need for the weekend - as long as it's not electronic.
Me: It’s not till next weekend
Jamie: No, it’s tomorrow
Me: I checked the website
Jamie: Well, the person running it has just told us and she should know
Scurry to supermarket to collect supplies, including enough sugar highs to get him to the summit of Everest. Apparently, emergency energy drinks and emergency energy foods are essential, though they sound more like a scam for legitimising crap.
Me: It’s not till next weekend
Jamie: No, it’s tomorrow
Me: I checked the website
Jamie: Well, the person running it has just told us and she should know
Scurry to supermarket to collect supplies, including enough sugar highs to get him to the summit of Everest. Apparently, emergency energy drinks and emergency energy foods are essential, though they sound more like a scam for legitimising crap.
Suspicions confirmed when Daniel vets Jamie’s supplies and denounces them.
Daniel: I never got this
Me: You’ve just forgotten
Daniel: No. You told me I had to make do with fruit and water
Me: Well, you had better weather
Me: You’ve just forgotten
Daniel: No. You told me I had to make do with fruit and water
Me: Well, you had better weather
After weeks of summer skies and temperatures, April’s delayed showers have decided to arrive this weekend in an almighty downpour. Manage to persuade Jamie that waterproof coat is not optional but spend rest of weekend listening to rain batter the windows and wondering if they managed to get the tent up. Can’t work out how they will cook supper with the skies flooding, but maybe that’s the cue for emergency chocolate.
Following day, soggy teenager and dripping backpack collected. Everything soaked, and I am congratulating myself upon making him take the waterproof coat until I realise it has gone AWOL and not made it home. Also notice that no emergency food stuffs have returned, though can’t have been that much of an emergency, because the apples came back.
Not sure why I’m the one who gets to dry out tent, sleeping bag, walking boots and backpack, but maybe it’s to help me feel more involved? Still, at least he’s still got them, talking of which…
Me: Where’s your coat?
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