Today's summary, where do I start.
It has become the norm to say good morning to our neighbours, the Saffers, with what can only be described as very racist comments, something about a backwards baboon... that when said with a British accent really make it acceptable, well I think anyway. The Cobras don't mind as we are keeping are ex-colonial pals happy by laughing at us. However, when a new female Cobra arrived today I didn't realise she was in the tent when I yelled said word to Gunter.. Needless to say she was shocked.
Big Sues has arrived and has already settled in to camp life and has parked her tent next to Snorlax, god help her.
All the Standards got round but only Matty managed to finish for the Clubs. There was a lot of Brit /America chat going on today which I hope will reinforce the 'special relationship' we have with them. Something that hasn't been as strong since we helped save Iraq/ the world.
We have a new friend in the pool, probably feeding off the vast quantities of floating skin which may have originated on my shoulders, I'm looking like a badly burnt Albanian boy. His name is Kurt Von Strudelscratcher, or something like that anyway. In short, a bug that literally is living in the Brit pool.
Plan for tonight is to head out to town in search of a restaurant that serves warm food and cold beer.
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