Rolf loves to camp it up. Not as much as me, but it's tough to be as camp as little old me without the appropriate genitalia. I mean, who is more camp; Larry Grayson or Isla St Claire? Mr Gayson everytime! Anyway - Rolf is Isla to my Larry, is the point I'm trying to make. The thing is, Rolf needed to try out the sleeping bags we got from Blacks in expectation of the weekend in the Forest for Bison... Why she 'needed' to try them is anyone's guess, but I find it best not to argue with her as sometimes she'll get a bit 'bitey' and I'm not sure my tetanus is fully up to date.
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