Asymptomatic

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What memories are made of...

Hmm, holidays. My most memorable one would have to be the year we went camping in northern France. It was sunny, then it rained, and it rained, and well, you get the gist. Anyway we had a slight problem, we were camped on a hill, which the water ran down, so we had to go home early. Actually that was bad, but not the worst. The worst was the one where we ended up in an apartment complex with dog mess in the pool, shirty owners and a useless rep. That was Thompson’s Small & Friendly Brochure, of course, neither small nor friendly. But then we were moved, to another complex in fact, that was small, 4 people in one small room, plus a kitchen and a loudly humming fridge. So that is how memories are made. Not the last three fantastic holidays we’ve had, lovely villas with pools, nope. I’m a pessimist by nature…

Phill - And yes it’s free for all at blackheart.

Johnstown Trip

I’m getting lax in writing about these events, instead concentrating on the ephemeral. I’ve got all these photos from things that need to go online, and what I should really do is go in chronological order, but here I am starting backwards. Oh, well.

Over Father’s Day weekend, we trekked to Johnstown to visit Berta’s family. Everyone out there seems to be doing well, although Abby and I were sad to learn that Shade, the family dog, had to be put down.