By: Blonde Two
Sometimes it is very useful to be a girl as well as a Two Blonde. For example, only an outdoor girl would be able to work out how these two devices go together.
If you are not an outdoor girl (never mind!) then you might need some Blonde explanation: The blue device is a water bladder; you fill it up (never with vodka), attach a drinking tube, hide it in your rucksack and take stealthy sips of water when you are a bit knackered. The black device is a hair dryer; I have forgotten what you are supposed to do with that.
When you have finished walking and sipping with your water bladder (this doesn’t happen very often), it usually sits next to the sink until your husband gets fed up and empties it. After he has emptied it, it is very difficult to get it properly dry (nobody likes an improper bladder). If you want to do the job quickly, you can utilise the hair dryer thus.
Boys are very important, but it takes a girl to work these important little issues out.
In a piece of fiction I recently wrote I managed to insert – deliberately and with malice aforethought – the word bladderwrack. Does this count?
The latest in a series of comments designed to pass you by, misunderstood.
Bladderwrack is a most excellent word for something that is annoying when swimming but most excellent for throwing at your children.
We Blondes work quite hard at misunderstanding, it is a very useful skill.
🙂
I carry my water (or more often Fanta) in one or sometimes two 500ml bottles in the open side-pockets on my rucksack. That means I can always see how much I have left and also, I need to stop and take off the rucksack when I want a drink – both these ploys ensure discipline in rationing throughout the day. I couldn’t bear the thought of sucking on that tube and finding there was nothing there.
You are right that monitoring your drinking is important. Witness our almost forced hydration of our DofE teams on summer expeditions.
The other disadvantage is that the tubes can freeze on a cold day.
Now there’s a nacky notion! Why didn’t I think of that? (Oh, I forgot! I’m brindle, not blonde.)