So we finish packing up our room in Jaisalmer, ready to head off to another hotel that will take us on our Camel Safari. All bagged up and I spy the blue squelchy bag that encases The Jam on the side. I'll say now that I didn't have any room. The reality being that I couldn't bear the effort of hoisting my bag down, un-doing the strap and wrestling with the jammy mess until it was roughly wedged against my luggage and lovingly spreading it's stickiness amongst my clothes. I reasoned. There is only a smidgen left; we haven't got any bread anyway; I think I hate Jam. It got left in the room. My punishment came swiftly. In the blue bag with the Jam was my new favourite toy. The camping cutlery set that Amy got for me. The handy, whack-them-out-whenever cutlery set that gave me a swell of smugness as oggling onlookers could only wander at the genius of having a knife, fork and spoon camping set that made eating on trains a culinary delight. I am going to be nice to Jam from now on. I am afraid it might take my camping plate next.
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