campground

From the 5th to the 8th of January I was back in my home country for a camp the J/T board organized. Although the camp population was small it was good to see old friends again and just talk. The first day was spent witnessing in Trafalgar Square with the four horsemen skit. The second day followed with a happy football match which soon degraded into a mud-bath rugby game after the heavens open and rained. And what family camp would be complete without a dance and talent night ?

inspiration

charades

giving classes, not the most inspiring job

mmm they do enjoy a good rumble tumble

lunchtime

our new outreach method

my moment of martyrdom for Christ's sake

being saved by a Frenchman (maybe they do have some use after all)

I always knew I was short but after seeing this photo the midget gene was confirmed

getting 30 family kids onto the same metro cabin all at the same time was never going to be a easy task

and the stress shows

being a secretary is a lonely job

two of the nicest sisters I've know since I was 10

pretty dirty

"The Loaf of Bread" revised

the New Zealand all blacks' Hakka (btw i was reprimanded for leading young, influential minds in such strangeness)

nach punjabi

and the party......

I almost forgot to blog about our new years bash. The idea of having a pirate costume party was hatched upon and although people had comments about the dorkiness of this idea at first, in the end everyone became obsessed with the "pirates of the Caribbean" idea. With all the homes in Ireland invited we were sure to have a real Irish party. After a good amount of dancing, games, drinking and about five renditions of a loud and very off key Auld Lang Syne the party wound down at about five and everybody toddled off to their OWN beds!

to all my pipinos