last weeks words

lilo lil did getthe words to me on time however I have been so busy I forgot to put them up, sorry!

From the start we all checked in the wrong direction! After plenty of milling around the FRBs charged off unimpeded up a steep track, Puss and I panting over our lack of fitness (tho she has a reasonable excuse!)
A quick check took us onto a road, a devious dead end/backcheck and a distant baying of “on UP” was heard. Crashing faithfully into terrifically dense undergrowth, we were brought up short by unchartered territory and a healthy respect for our skin. Almost immediately the front group disappeared, bobbing away like Edward Scissorhands (or Phoebe from Friends!) and we were left blinking owlishly around for the next dot. Xbitz and Larks were particularly adept at gingerly picking their way through holly only to take one unwary step and vanish swearing from sight. Larks employed rugger tactics of old on a young sapling and looked just as surprised as we did. With more fastidious tiptoeing our way through the woods, we began to make up our own calls –“Whip back” being fairly common.
Apparently there were only fleeting glimpses of Quick Rukka and Woof Woof, as they took it in turns to plug badger holes!
After perhaps half an hour of perilous meandering (the penchant for uphill and brambles being helpfully paraded by Imeldas hemorrhaging) squeezing and twisting our way out, gently shepherded by Strongbow, we heard the distant clamouring for sweets. On sight of our head torches they kindly set up a tumultuous racket of “ON ON!”s, which although very interesting, didn’t speed us up any!
The regroup was well placed and welcomed, the FRBs having been there for only 5 or 6 minutes. Twice Knightly stopped abruptly not long after, and pensively pulled an entire branch out of her shoe. “I think I’ve stood on a nail” she explained, then held up an inch long viciously sharp thorn that had punctured right through her sole, resulting in a good sized blood blister. Her shoes were full of holes anyway!
At one point not far off that regroup the FRBs heard a rumbling noise, which were horses galloping around after hearing them. PP told everyone that it was buffalo.
A relatively safe second section of track took us to the Sweetie Stop, all of us balancing precariously on a BMX playpark, Quick Rukka showing off his agility, then and on home.
Chinese for £5 went down very well, masses of food and very prompt service (you should have seen PP’s crestfallen face) and our dinner mats told us our birth year animals. Funny how one can gloss over the less flattering aspects of our personalities and agree indulgently with the nice bits ;o)
Well done Imelda, another great night out with friends.
Quotes:
People began pairing off the ideal partners and Slippery could be heard calling “I need a female Ram, or a Boar!” (D’oh!)
A game of tell people which chocolate bar they’d be sprang up and Woof Woof was heard to say: “ Can I be a Kinder egg and have a toy inside me?”
Woof Woof as she disappears down a rabbit hole in the woods "MAN DOWN! aaaannnnnddd......UP again"

Wide Receiver is standing by a large holly bush waiting for Woof Woof. Woof Woof "Don't tell me that you're peeing there!!??" to which Wide Receiver replies "No, I'm holding it for you". (I think he meant the branch??)
PP to Wide Receiver as they're going through the woods, referring to her poxy inadequate head-torch "it's so hard, I'm use to a big one"