Death by Pine Fresh

I was camping with Explorers this weekend, for the first time in a long one. And there were these fantasy role-play people there, who dressed up in medieval costume and hit each other with plastic swords. Oh, the fun we had mocking them.

And the Pine Fresh. We had no washing-up liquid, we had Pine Fresh. It's industrial strength floor cleaner that Niall found in the Church tower a while ago. We convinced Joanne that because she touched it her finger's going to fall off when she's ninety. But it's damn good for soaping dixies.

I'll return later.