Camp As

Mum and I ended up in Asda today. It's a long story involving a duvet, a shower caddy and currants. As usual, mother started up a conversation with a random stranger. Today she talked 'Camp Coffee' with a hairy old bloke who looked like he'd spent the night on a park bench.
I was disappointed to find they've changed the bottle design. It's not the iconic Camp bottle of my youth which reminds me of being baby-sat by my grandmother and great aunt who made camp coffee with hot milk instead of water.
A very chilly day today, I've put our winter duvet on and, as the heating is playing up, I'm quite looking forward to getting under it.