OK, so a bit of an exaggeration, I don’t come from a broken home, but from a ripped holiday home, aka tent.
Slight disaster, got to Stykkishólmur and the winds were high, and my tent was clearly not up to it. A kind Icelandic chap gave me some pegs, but they were not going to hold it for long, so out came the trusty hotel sewing kit. As you can see I barely made my brownies sewing badge. My clever niece Skye has also suggested a bit of wax to keep the area watertight. If it fails I’ll be sleeping in tbe car!
where the raven landed 
Bit like building SharePoint in the place you work… lots of sewing kits, pegs and patching together. You must feel right at home in your “broken home”.
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Ha ha! Things are going well back in the ‘real’ world then eh?
I am remarkably calm about the ripped tent, but I do hope my repair lasts. I’ve emailed the tent people and Cotswold Outdoors who sold it to me, remains to be seen whether they’ll deliver me another to Reykjavík as I requested. Hee hee!
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