Not the outdoors type...

My son Mika went to summer camp with his school today.....I miss him already. I remember the first camp I ever went to. I won't humiliate myself by telling you how long ago it was, but I can tell you that I was wearing flares and tight fitting polyester body shirt.

Some of you may have gathered from my previous blog entries that I'm not exactly the 'outdoors type', but I must admit that I did benefit from the experience. No - it didn't make a man of me. I returned home the same insecure, snivelling 'big girls blouse' that left apprehensively seven days earlier.

However, I was far more grateful for the small comforts in life and food that appeared on my plate rather than from the bottom of a pond, or from inside some hole in the ground. I think my dad may have even missed me...