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So, the tent.

Couple of nights ago, I judged that the tent was dry and attempted to fold it up. I wrestled the damn thing down before trying to fit it in the bag, and found that it wouldn't go. So, I unfolded it partly, scratched my head, stuck my hand in my back pocket and found the ribbons it was tied with when I got it. "Ah ha!" thinks I. "You can't defeat me, oh Evil Tent". So I refold and tie the tent up securely. "Surely this will fit in the tent bag!" says our hero.

But the tent bag has gone.

You must understand that at this time my flat looked like a bomb containing LRP equipment and laundry had hit it, so I assumed the bag was somewhere in the mess. I gave it up as a bad job and resolved to have another go the next day. The next night I began tidying the flat and searching while I'm doing it. Not a sign of the tent bag. I get increasingly annoyed and bad tempered.

Then I look at the tent.

It looks back at me.

Slowly, I untie the ribbons and begin unfolding the tent. Half way through, the tent bag drops out.

Bugger. Fooled by a tent.