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.