Only cause of my sorrow grief and woe

So this morning my eyes swelled up, itchy and puffy, and I had to run away from the field and shelter in Lou and Neil's house. I am not going camping the last weekend in June EVER AGAIN. While I was sniffling away and feeling sorry for myself (hence the title - a line from a folk song which always pops into my head during times of self pity), the rest of the gang packed up. We regrouped in the pub, had a lovely lunch, and now we are home.

I did have a lovely weeked despite my moaning, and I love my mates muchly.