Things are different when Jman is here. Friday he and Helene went to a friends wedding and when we woke up the next morning a significant contingent of the wedding party were sleeping in our living room and camper van. You just don't know what will happen next. It's fun and we are flattered that they feel comfortable in crashing here. I heard the basic reception pattern of behavior was behave-behave-behave-drunk.
I even heard of a leprechaun sighting. He was said to be sleeping under a tree, wearing kilts!
There also must be at least one campfire. I regret that I didn't shake off being too tired to attend.
Next time, we'll have a good time,
I know we'll have a good time then.
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