word for 4.4.12

So, I finally make it to hashing after about 6 weeks of meetings, Ofsted, etc, thinking that surely, we haven’t got round to the ‘W’s for writing the words yet, and tah-dah, it’s me, Whoopsie on words duty, typical!

So, we circled up, after the boys finally put their balls away (rugby balls you’ll be pleased to hear!); and Bell Toll managed to get his trainers on without the need for a shoe-horn (?) (really Bell Toll, you’re not 80 yet, you’ll be requesting some zip-up tartan booties to wear at the on-down next!) So with a select bunch of die-hards, obviously the earlier hail had put some people off (wimps), Bell Toll introduced a visitor, Squeaks, to the pack and handed us swiftly over to the evening’s hares, Clever Dick and Twice Knightly.

The trail was introduced as a 3 and on, whoop whoop, long-short splits, whoop whoop, sweetie stop, whoop whoop de whoop, and a ‘lucky stop’.  This was when my ears pricked up, hearing my name mentioned,

“I hope you’re getting all this Whoopsie?” Followed by,

“Eh, what, I wasn’t listening, I usually just follow everyone else, what do I need to know?”

“You’re doing the words.”  I was obviously off for longer than I thought!!

Anyway, the afternoon’s rain did not stop Clever and Twice from laying an eggsellent trail (well it is Easter!), and fun was had by all, especially when Wide Receiver lost his shoe in the shaggy, tee hee hee, good job they had luminous laces, wondered what they were all about, now I know!  Oh, and speaking of Wide Receiver, I now feel educated in the difference between the different brambles that were lacerating my eyeballs at every step, thank you so much.

Another of the finest moments was the part of the trail that I have since named ‘the avenue of torture’ – an innocent looking path that led into a dense mass of gorse, holly, brambles (sorry, didn’t listen properly, don’t remember which type, sorry Wide :-) ) Although most people were muttering curses, Poacher was in his element, tearing through like some sort of crazed animal, gashing his legs left right and centre, dripping blood all over the joint! Then cries of,

“How did you get here, you weren’t at the start!?” as we found that we had gained 2 more harriettes on trail (they were lucky to have found us just after the avenue of torture, could probably hear the screams from the car park)

Ooh, and the best bit was the cosy sweetie stop, in a teepee, cool!  There were Lidl’s finest caramel bars, coconut bars and fizzy worms.  And Slippery was harping on about some ‘hard ones’ that he had, although I didn’t see him with any sweets at this point (?).  We ever so carefully climbed out of the giant grass skirt, for fear of taking it with us and continued on on, through the night.

Down downs:

Me: for getting too many prickles (although I heard FF complaining about pricks up his arse, but he kept that one quiet in the down downs)

Hares: for fabulous trail

Squeaks: visitor

Others: ? can’t remember as I was too busy unwrapping chocolate eggs!

On on

Whoopsie