We all took our farters to camp with us last week. Karen couldn't abide the noise in our cabin (snoring and coughing - 2x awful headcolds!) so at 3.00 a.m. she picked up her pillow and farter and stomped out to find peace. We found her fast asleep, curled up in her farter on a pile of cushions on the stage in the camp hall.
There, Iv'e used it in a sentence or three. Not going to have another chance for a while, like you Gaye and T, I'm not normally a great fan of camping.
But camp WAS fun!
