Fabulous tent, Kings :) And you need a winebag, not bottles (ie the inside of a winebox) for a smallish coolbox. Works a treat
Well, ladies, I have packed my kitchen box and lined up everything else in the hallway, in prep for playing Tetris in the car boot tomorrow. DH has promised me faithfully that he's coming home at lunchtime to fit the roof box back on again... he'd better do, or else the children are going to be very squashed on the back seat!
(re. the ellipses, apparently it's a sign of 'poor grammar' - that's told me, then! I just type like I talk... trailing off while my brain dis and re-engages....)
And I must tell you what happened this evening - a squirrel tried to steal my (precious) meths! For real (as DD would say)! I was in the kitchen and heard a noise outside in the garden. We've been getting a cat hanging about recently and at first I thought it was that, trying to get in the (disused and locked) catflap but the noise was a bit weird, so I looked out of the window to see this grey fluffy tail halfway under the firepit, moving like it was trying to pull something from under it.
I went outside, the squirrel bolted, and looking beneath the firepit bowl I found the half-bottle of meths that I thought I'd lost (which I think I mentioned way back on the original thread?). Apparently DH had put it outside a while back as he didn't think it was safe to have it under the sink. It was on its side so I stood it up and went back to cooking the tea.
Not 5 mins later, the noise is back again, so this time I went to the side door, which gives a better view of the patio, and there was this bloody cheeky squirrel again, wrestling the bottle of meths along the floor, gnawing at the lid of the bottle! WTF??? 
DH has just peeked over my shoulder (I was showing him the Old Spice 'I'm on a horse!' ad as he keeps missing it on tv) and commented that we must live in a super-skanky area if the bloody squirrels are on the meths! What next, a real live crack fox under the shed?