Wednesday 23 July 1986
Posted in Jul 86 and tagged with growing up in the 80s
We slept in the tent again. Me, my friend and his brother were the human occupants and Auntie's dog also joined us. I remember telling anyone who'd listen for days, weeks, months and years afterwards about the fact that the dog seemed to expand as the night progressed. She started off occupying a decent enough space - she was a black lab, but by morning seemed to be all over the place. Before sleep eventually came, we had treated ourselves to coffee, sandwiches and chocolate.
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