Fighting Fatty in a field (Rousse)

One minute I was sleeping on a bean bag in a departure lounge of Schiphol aiport next to LE and GE. It was so comfortable, but how had we managed to make travel arrangements that required an overnight stay in the Netherlands?

Next I was in rural America driving into the mountains on the recommendation of RB. I was lucky that there was no other traffic on the road as I travelled up the left hand lane.

At the top of the pass, in a field full of enormous daisies, I encountered a somewhat threatening overweight woman. I had no means of defending myself against her, so I called her ‘Fatty’ and ran away. For ages afterwards I felt incredibly guilty for being so rude.

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