Wednesday, September 26, 2012
September 26. Day 270. Creature comforts
Yet for some reason I decided to accept an invitation to go camping with friends for a few days. It has to be said that the offer was made and accepted at a girls' night out and if memory serves me correctly it was after cocktail hour.
It seemed like such a good idea at the time to take my bundle of marking and sit under a tree on Stradbroke Island. Now that the day has come I am seriously starting to question the sanity of that decision, especially after I managed to navigate to the wrong ferry terminal and instead of being there the required 20 minutes before departure, I got there six minutes after the ferry should have backed out from the dock. Fortunately we weren't the only ones running late.
This should have been a sign to turn round and head home.
However, there is a huge stubborn streak in me and if I say I will do something I like to follow through. Plus I am always telling Mr O that you will never know unless you try and getting the 14-year-old out of his room and into the company of other teenagers was a strong motivating factor.
And if all else fails I'm pretty sure there's a motel on the Island (preferably one with good plumbing and the ability to plug in my devices).