The show must go on

 25 minutes after saying farewell to BooBo yours truly, the apprentice and rug rat Mk2 had to go to the scout hut where it was the end of term water fight and so as several hundred cubs and beavers were depending on me to supervise this (ok 30) the show had to go on despite feeling completely unlike wanting to get soaked by pre adolescents brandishing super soakers seeking revenge for making them weed the local gardens to gain their community service badge.

 Neither the apprentice or RRMk2 mastered the delights of the water soap slide

 each grinding to a halt instead of slithering gracefully into casualty.

 The obligatory hot dogs ended the evening

 I decided that having achieved the waistline of a small sumo wrestler I should forgo the less than meat treat

 and ate a MRE I had prepared earlier. By prepared read stuck in my rucksack.

 Ever the opportunist RRMk2 took advantage of the spare.

Back at the Ranch someone already had Reubens space on the sofa.