Shep took the organising part very seriously. I was told in no uncertain terms on thursday that I wouldn’t be allowed a handbag on the day because everything would be packed into his ‘day sack’. Oh how I laughed. The ‘day sack’ look like this:
Shep diligently packed it with waterproofs and a down jacket. Yes, for a rugby game in a pub/stadium NOT a trek up everest.
I negotiated a small shoulder bag. I think I just about got away with it but I was informed that my Uggs were the only acceptable footwear!
I teased him mercilessly all day about his backpack. So did our friends. Everytime a new friend turned up he was teased again but Shep was smug that if it rained ‘we’d all be sorry!’.