So here’s a funny story. Remember me saying I’d finished things with my man-friend a few weeks ago and how heartbroken I was? Yeah, we’re back together. I know, I know … they’re exes for a reason, but please don’t judge. Like with most things, it’s actually really rather complicated, and the situation isn’t quite what I want, at least not yet, but I’m happy and I’m just going to carry on seeing him for as long as I feel that way – however long that may be.
Anyway, the reason I’m telling you is that I’m going to do something tomorrow that I vowed I’d never do again. (No, not that.) I’m going camping. I’m really not a natural camper, much preferring 5* hotels over damp fields, and I think I may have mentioned it before, but the last time I went camping it was bloody awful and I vowed never to do it again. But back then, I was on my own with a tween, lugging crap up and down copious amounts of hills (I was at Camp Bestival), I got a migraine, had no drugs and, to top it all off, it rained. Of course it did. So that put me off for years.
This time round, I’ve been assured that I won’t have to lift a finger (yeah, we’ll see), and that the only thing I’ll have to do is drink beer sat around a fire. And maybe do a bit of kissing, but we’ll see what mood I’m in.
That’s the thing about relationships though isn’t it? Doing things that are out of your comfort zone because the other person likes them, and basically just trying not to moan too much. I’m a 46-year-old woman that likes her home comforts! I like chilled Prosecco. I like soft beds and candlelight. I LIKE ELECTRICITY GOD DAMN IT! But … I’m going to do this back-to-nature camping tomorrow because he’s really excited about it (*rolls eyes*) and I know it will be fun, because I’m going to make sure it is. I will make it as comfortable, as warm, as ‘luxurious’ as I can … or failing that, I’ll just stay drunk all weekend. In fact, this will be me all weekend …
Blacks, the outdoor retailer, have very kindly gifted me a tent and two sleeping bags – good job really as I literally had nothing, and I’ve bought two camping chairs, a light and a retractable firepit thing (technical term). I’ve also bought a case of Budweiser, four bottles of Prosecco and a bag of marshmallows.
I’ll do a blog post if I survive, so you can see if it’s possible to have fun camping when you’re really not so much of a fan of the whole outdoor thing, but please do follow me on social media as I’ll be posting some snapshots whilst I’m there – particularly on IG Stories.
Wish me luck. I’ll need it.