Woke up with a clear head. Sleeping on the floor, nearby, and looking us in the eye, as we woke up, was this pair of exhausted beasts.
I looked around for reassurance.
I couldn't run. I was trapped in a sleeping bag with a sleeping MeWally.
I couldn't run. I was trapped in a sleeping bag with a sleeping MeWally.
OMG!
A DEVIL DOG.
I've woken up on the wrong floor, in the wrong dimension; is this the right man next to me?????
WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT BEER???
We made a B line for the car. No matter that Gerry and Em tried to calm us. We were
outathere!
and into the surreal world of 'MINGOS'
and MOOS
and TITS WITH TAILS.
It sure beats Devil Dogs, and fornicating stuffed toys.
OH MY EYES!!
They're still smarting, or maybe it's this startlingly bright, clear day,
with it's dazzling Buttercup meadows
and people in hiding looking hard for hiding Kingfishers,
that made us head for the banks of the SEVERN and the ROMANCE of the old van hide.
Just me and MeWally; all cosy.
The sun was past its' zenith and making simple things spectacular.
as we retraced our steps
past the MINGOS and home.
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