Supplied with rolls of bandages and detailed aſt ercare instructions, June and I were picked up by David at the hospital and driven back to the RV. I hobbled aboard, and Mr. B, enthusiastic RV traveler and equally enthusiastic licker, covered me with wet greetings of joy aſt er my long and mysterious absence. T anks to the skill of the medical staff at the hospital, Adrian began packing his bags in Kelowna, and at home in Vancouver, aſt er much bathing and bandaging, we said our fi nal farewells and went our separate ways. I can’t say I miss
him. I never did get to tour the vineyards of Kelowna on our Magical Mystery expedition, but then the mystery is you sometimes never know what’s going to happen on an RV
trip. ✗
John McDonald Productions
elmomac@telus.net
“Embers” ©
“It’s a myth George. T ere’s no water to TAP in a cactus. Pay the hook-up fee!”
John McDonald Productions
elmomac@telus.net
“Embers” ©
“Remember the rules George. NO road kill on the BarBQ.”
HUMOUR?
I have a degree in Liberal Arts; do you want fries with that?
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.
Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
T ey call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already taken.
Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
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