No chips is An Actual Tragedy. But maybe this means you are entitled to Compensatory Chips (with interest) at Time(s) Of Your Choosing? Obviously getting to go out with your DH & without the mini!Dogwods = Exciting Times though.
We DEFINITELY do not have good drying weather here today. It is being Mis. I need to venture out to get printer ink. And and am debating Venturing Further in search of Delicious Vegan Foodthings...
Am possibly a bit biased, but my Brownies are awesome. In a whole range of ways. From the support they've given the Brownie whose mummy died earlier this year (we're doing a sponsored leaping-wildly-about event next week to raise money for the family's chosen charity); to a new Brownie earnestly telling me, after one meeting & coming to plant trees (including the memorial tree for aforementioned Brownie Mummy) in local park that "Brownies Is EVEN BETTER THAN SCHOOL!" (school being her absolute most favourite thing & the pinnacle of civilisation to her civilised mind); and to my oldest Brownies gleefully shouting "Snowy Owl, we're mermaids!" after jumping into the Thames having finished a morning sailing with Guides from elsewhere in the County. Plus all the times I have conversations like:
"Snowy Owl, what's Mouse Code?"
"Mouse Code?!"
"Yes, here on the worksheet, see"
"That would be MORSE Code"
"Oh" (in tones of the deepest disappointment, than, more hopefully) "do mice use Morse Code?"
Or "What's the name of the imaginary country where Dutch Brownies play (their version of Brownieland)?" "Luxembourg"
And try to keep a straight face at things like: "If you set a marshmallow on fire, would you have to call 999?"
"Even though she's little, she's fast" "What, Snowy Owl?" "Well I meant R, but her too, yeah..."
"Snowy Owl! My unicorn is bleeding! Save it, please! DO FIRST AID TO SAVE MY UNICORN, PLEASE SNOWY OWL!"
"Errrr, Snowy Owl! I just realised that chair WAS KISSING MY BOTTOM!" (That was a particular delight, given we were in a Museum at the time...)
"If I couldn't talk in real life I'd build a time-machine & go back & find Jesus & ask him to heal me. THAT would be easier than not speaking!" (That one was in the feedback from a disability awareness challenge: each Six has to build the highest newspaper tower they can but all of them are given a physical limitation for the duration of the exercise: e.g. can't use dominant arm, have to wear a blindfold, have to wear earplugs, can't use thumbs - & one of the chattiest/most vocal Brownies is always forbidden from speaking.)
"My dad has handcuffs - he's a policeman." "My mum has handcuffs. She's not in the police tho..." (Thankfully I could pretend not to have heard that one...)
"Giraffes can't come to the Olympics" "Well that's just RACIST"
"If you are lost, don't ask strangers who look strange, ask a lady with a buggy. Unless you can't see what's in the buggy. That's suspicious."
They make me awfully proud as well. Lots of them have used their First Aid badge skills & knowledge since they earned it last year - most impressively the Pixie Sixer, who sorted slings for her big sister when she broke her collarbone while they were on holiday in France. Said Brownie also volunteered to narrate our Christmas performance having never spoken a single word in any school performance - she even managed to look up at the audience. I love that progression when the Brownie who'd barely answer the register when she joined will first contribute to Pow-wows when asked, then a wee hand will shyly appear in the circle to volunteer a contribution & finally she's confident about discussing things with the Unit & occasionally almost faceplants onto the Magic Carpet in her excitement about it all...
And now I will shut up about how splendid they are because I could keep going for about a billionty years. Sorry. Being A Professional Cripple has rather limited my scope & my little horde of brown&yellow things are my priority really as I've only one Assistant Leader (though one of District Team comes to most meetings... she was going to do one term when I was left as Lone Owl & did 4 until Sooty Owl arrived: she's now at 10 
) so with our 26 Brownies (& Sooty Owl in a job that sometimes means she misses meetings with an hour or so's notice...) it's quite a lot of work. Worth it to be fairly regularly told we are The Best Brownies Ever though 
To be fair we do manage to provide a LOT of opportunities for the Brownies. We couldn't fix a seaside trip this year (I've been in & out of hospital too much) but I HAVE managed to sort out a circus skills workshop for them & arrange it into a longer day so they can do the Circus Performer Badge which they were desperate to do but which has a v unforgiving syllabus. And of course circus workshops generally cost several planets & all their inhabitants' organs - or at least enough to be unrealistic for our Unit to offer, which I explained to the Brownies in Pow-wow (received with Sad Little Sighs & Serious Nods) but promised to try my best, so it is particularly pleasing it's worked out.
Er yes. Really shutting up now. 🤐