OK, the lorries are packed, 120 cubs, scouts and adults are gearing up for one more sleep till 'lift off'!
Saturday we are all off to Scout Camp. Little Fink and I will be there but Mr fink is remailing behind on his own to feed animals, work through the list of jobs I've prepared for him. Not to drink cider, play golf and watch zombie films, oh no.
He is dropping us off at 9am on Saturday at the Scout hut.
"Will you miss me?" I asked.
"Not on Saturday, I'm playing golf in the afternoon." Typical.
We almost cancelled the trip, I picked Little Fink up from school and she had two bloodshot eyes with green goo coming out of them. I took her to the chemist, who prescribed hayfever eye drops. Over the early evening her eyes got worse and worse, almost becoming swollen shut. We took her to another chemist who prescribed anti-biotic eye drops. By the time Mr Fink and I went to bed, she was asleep, eyes swollen horribly with hardened green goo trailed across her face. My heart was breaking, I woke her up a bit and cleaned her up.
Mr Fink and I considered A&E but thought we would leave it til morning. When she got up she cleaned her now stuck together lids and as the day progressed, her eyes have got better and better. She has one slightly swollen, totally bloodshot eye (horrid to see) and one that is almost back to normal. Yay we can go to camp.
I shall be off line and incommunicado for the next week - don't think they have tinternet and phone signals in deepest Taunton!
Pray for sun - unwashed damp cubs don't half pong by the third day!
