The washing up
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I consider myself of above average inteligence. In doing so I join the vast majority of educated people, which has the effect of making the perceived average null and void. I have a degree from a red brick university and I even attended a few lectures while I was there.
And so it is with utter shame and embarassment that I write this blog entry. I give you...the washing up.
I took my bowl of dirty lunch crokery down to the shower block at the end of my lane of tents. Upon discovering that there weren't any kitchen sinks, I cleverly set about using the bathroom sinks. placing my items carefully on the side, I selected a dish at random. In this case it was a plate, I might have easily chosen a bowl or even a spoon. A gent cheekily snatched the sink behind me, so I waited and then.
I entered the office and explained my predicament, to which came the reply:
"they're sensor taps, you just move your hands"
On Monday I woke up and thought I’d better get going. I’d spent far too long lazing around the farmhouse in grand desert. I loaded the car, having discovered that my footwells were drenched from a down pour we had that morning. (I think my door isn’t sealing properly after the lost car key episode). I squeezed as much water as I could out of the carpet and headed out.
My route took me to the confederation bridge that links