Camping

We're all going camping next week, so spent the weekend spending a fortune on camping equipment. That's the thing about "getting away from it all". You inevitably try and take it all with you as evidenced by the vast range of equipment found at Anaconda Superstore, where "The Adventure Starts Here!".

Driving there, I kept en eye on the Ensign in my dedicated baby-view mirror. This is something I purchased from Repco a week or so ago, and it's basically a suction cup mirror stuck to the windscreen near the real mirror, but adjusted so I can watch my offspring's delight at my urban rally-driving. I originally aimed to get it from "Supercheap Autoparts", but on nearing the store, I saw the usual sack trucks, wheelbarrows and mountain bikes out front and remembered that since changing from Rocca Bros, they no longer actually sell anything for cars. Wanna rake? Supercheap Auto. Wanna Bundy Rum bar mat? Supercheap Auto. Wanna car battery? Bunnings.

Anyway, as we drove, I couldn't shake the feeling that the Ensign was looking less alert, less vibrant, and frankly dumber than previously. All because the She_Admiral dropped her on her head the other day. I mused about how my retirement age had probably pushed out 5 years because my child would no longer grow up to be a neurosurgeon, happily supporting her father during old age. I shot an accusing glance at the She_Admiral and then back into the mirror, almost rear-ending a truck in the process. Staring into the polished mirror, it was clear that the Ensign was asleep, or worse. Her eyes were closed and drool was suspended in a glistening arc from her lip to her slobbery hand. Some kind of brain aneurysm I expected. "At least we got the baby bonus" I mused philosophically, and the She_Admiral slapped my non-dominant bicep with crisp slap. "That's horrible!" she cried, waking the slumbering ball behind her.

It was a miracle!