OK I am sitting here in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia, watching Gracelene clumsily catch fire flies with a plastic bowl and a stick - hey she might just be McGuyver!!! Very funny indeed. Shano is flexing his woodchopping muscles for the last time with a swiss army knife in one hand and a tomahawk in the other - he is NOT McGuyver.
I am on my 5th wine and thinking how I am going to miss Big Bertha when we hand her back tomorrow and also how I can't wait to be able to pee in a normal sized toilet and go to the loo in the middle of the night without being kneed in the head by Shano as our legs seem to hang off the end of our bed. Gracelene has christened the evening by poohing her pants in the playground at the Shenandoah Valley RV park - all is right with the world.
I will write my final blog tomorrow night after handing back Big Bertha because who knows what could happen on the road to the handover!!!!!
Til tomorrow.
Oh how sad to hand Bertha back :-( What an amazing trip you have all had.
ReplyDeleteIt was soooo sad. I felt a twinge of depression until Shano went through the drive through of Starbucks!!!! Something BB could never achieve. xx
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