posted on Aug, 19 2020 @ 11:53 PM
It had been a hard day, a hard week, a hard month, but slowly the motorway cut-out had pushed through the hills.
We had all had a bit too much to drink and the campfire seemed so small.
First, Dave threw a bit of a branch on it, with a whoosh of sparks.
James threw on another.
So we drank and built up the campfire.
Then Geoff, a good enough worker, but a bit ‘slow’ if you catch my drift, appeared out of the shadows and threw something on the fire.
Suddenly, Dave yelled, “$#it, Geoff, not the gelignite
edit on 20/8/2020 by chr0naut because: (no reason given)
edit on Sun Aug 23 2020 by DontTreadOnMe because: (no reason