Phew Glue

The nightmare was narrowly averted. Last night I slept on while the bag grew to bursting point. I waddled to the Thetford (the chemical loo, not the Forest, 50 miles away), emptied successfully and then, when everything seemed serene and sorted, the classic horror film double bluff...drip, drip. I so did not want to find my bag of bags, draw and cut the hole from the template and blast the bag with the hairdryer to fix the glue at 3 in the morning - mainly because I was fagged out but also because Shell and Peggy and neighbouring campers were sleeping peacefully. So I cleaned up and then clutched the wretched bag to me as tightly as I could. Miraculously it reglued itself and I woke in the morning still purposefully clutching.