Ok I am hogging the forum but posted such a miserable thread thought I would try to amuse you.
Wednesday evening I felt so ill I called the doctor out, I have white coat syndrome so proof I was feeling realy I'll. Anyway seems a urine infection and also need blood test. Thursday morning let my dogs into the garden and slam in the middle was a tent, one of those dome like things. Each side of the garden is a seven foot fence snd st the bottom a ten foot wall. I thought - I am hallucinating , but no. Wd have storms so throughout each day it has been spot the tent , on the lawn, on the patio, on the shed base - can't afford the shed yet, up against the fences , one side then the other, concerned it would blow on my dogs but they are fascinated by it.
This morning, not my brightest time of day mentally, I went to let the dogs out and spot the tent. Opened the back door and there was the tent, against the door frame filling the exit, couldn't budge it, wing blew hard and it sort of swelled into the entrance , couldn't know close the door. So breakfast was eaten in the kitchen with two dogs crossing their legs, wind blowing through the kitchen and the blob jammed in the doorway. It did roll on it's merry way , this evening is blocking the side gate .
Ask my son in law if he thought the council would take it away, his reply? Don't be daft, they will charge you business tax for running a camping site.
What the younger generation missed! Do we?