Reluctantly I arose from a real bed for the last time.
There was very little of my cereal left – not enough for even half a bowl. I therefore combined the remnants with two variety pack boxes to create an
adult’s portion. At some point after this, I put up my tent with some help from
Matt, and by that I mean that he did most of the work. There was some confusion
about which camp bed was to go where, but this was sorted out in the end.
There was a fair bit of lounging around while we waited for
all the various guests and speakers to arrive. Slowly they trickled in until
the trickle became a rushing river. The rapids tore through the house and
flooded the garden, ever growing in its gaiety, inebriation and drama.
Eventually, however, the dam had to break. The masses flowed away, leaving only
sediment behind. It took several hours until things had quietened down enough
to sleep.
