Mrs Sensible goes camping


This is the first time that I have attempted to up load a post using my crappy phone. So if it all ends in tears, blame Huawei (the manufactures of my crappy phone) Why am I using my phone, instead of my trusty laptop? Because Mrs Sensible and I are in the wilds of Liguria in a tent!!

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Normally it is I who has brilliant, crazy, impulsive and impractical ideas  and Mrs Sensible is… well normally sensible. So I was surprised when she announced that we were going camping.
My first response was We don’t own a tent and we haven’t one of those fires that boy scouts cook their beans on. Mrs S said, It is all arranged we just need to take some bedding and a bed.

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For the life of me, I really didn’t know how we were going to fit our bed in our little mini, especially as I needed room for my bucket and spade.

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Sara, a friend of ours is lending us a blow up bed, exclaimed Mrs S.
And once again Mrs Sensible was correct. On the way to the seaside we stopped at Sara’s house and collected the bed that Mrs S had thoughtfully organised.

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What then followed, was a discussion on who got to sleep on the ‘single’ blow up bed and me pleading with Mrs S that it might be possible to fit our double bed in our Mini if we leave either my bucket and spade or her hairdryer.

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Anna and Roberto were waiting for us at the campsite, with our tent and camping gear already erected next to their tent.  They very kindly treat us to a wonderful 3 or maybe 4 course fish supper and all thoughts of our sleeping predicament evaporated as I sank just one more glass of limoncello.

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And who slept on the single blow up bed and who roughed it on the floor? I will tell you tomorrow when I upload pics of the camp toilets.
See you tomorrow, Love Pecora Nera and Mrs Sensible

53 thoughts on “Mrs Sensible goes camping

  1. Ah bless, you made me laugh, after a bad day of unloading a van in miday sun of personnel possessions from England, finally made it, Italy is now my home, all bridges burnt, scary. Lol

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  2. I cracked up laughing when I read this post!!hilariously funny can’t wait to read tommorows post! I am writing from Hamilton Ontario Canada and it us
    It is pouring rain and our children and grandchildren are all at the cottage up north I wonder how they are doing?
    Thank you for sharing

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  3. a few more limoncellos and it won’t matter who’s on the ground and who’s on the blow up mattress.
    Who is left behind feeding and caring for Scooby Do or did you bring him with you? He will like the fish dinner. . .

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    • Luigina and Gilda (the incredibly fat dog with short legs) are looking after Scooby Doo at the moment. We had an interesting discussion on who should sleep on the bed and who got the floor 😉

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  4. …. where in Liguria, where in Liguria, up in the hills above which sea resort ? or by the beach where?
    I spent very many VERY HAPPY summers in Liguria as a child and teenager…..It was really idyllic then, no big car parks and overbuilt shoreline, the hill trails full of ripe blackberries and wild figs … Have a good time and don’t forget ‘ il bagno della mezzanotte ‘ when the moon is out!

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    • I think is was called Finale Liguria, we camped very close to the beach. After a few limoncellos I tried to persuade Mrs Sensible to go Skinny Dipping with me but she wouldn’t, nor would she let me go by myself 😦

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  5. Yeh. I’m not the camping type these days. There is something that just doesn’t do it for me about waking up at the crack of dawn and having the sun beating down on my head as I’m trying to go back to sleep.

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  6. Where have you been all my life? You are hysterical… Really and truly lol. Don’t know what’s funnier, your narrative or your pics! Love the hair dryer…

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  7. One air-bed between two? Spells trouble, does that. Couldn’t you run to buying a lilo at the local bucket and spade shop? That or so much limoncello it won’t matter where you lie! 🙂

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  8. Oh dear, Hubby just bought a Huawei phone. And it wasn’t particularly cheap, either.

    As for camping, you are braver than me!!!! I would have dug my heels in and insisted on a real room, with actual walls and plumbing too. I imagine the only way to survive sleepingin a tent would be massive, record-breaking quantities of alcohol.

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