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Angie: I'm back, it seems my little elves in the kitchen have everything under control.

Emma: Angie, have you eaten? Why don't you join us, if you can take a break.

Angie: Thanks, I might have a bite, if you ladies don't mind. I should just go and cover up a bit, I wasn't planning to be out here, but you don't want to have to look at this smelly old cast while you're eating.

Emma: It's not smelly, love.

Angie: Believe me, from where I am it is, especially in this weather, and I always assume everyone around me can smell it too.

Kate: A bit ripe in there, is it?

Angie: God, Kate, you have no idea. Well, Hannah, you'd have a pretty good idea, I'm sure you deal with the same sort if issues.

Hannah: Only to a point, I've got it easy compared to you, I change my tee shirt three or four times a day if I have to and I can enjoy a nice shower every night. I can't imagine what you must be going through, stuck in there. How long has it been?

Angie: Since the beginning of November last year.

Hannah: Good lord! Angie, you must be going insane!

Angie: Which is why it's a bit past its sell-by date. Let me go and put a top on.

Kate: You don't need a top on, woman, stop making a fuss! It's only us, we don't mind and we don't matter.

Angie: OK, thanks, then I'll just let the girls know where I am, and they can send someone to feed me when our food comes.

Emma: Nonsense, love, I'll feed you.

Angie: Not sure I want to risk that, Em, not after last time.

Emma: I'll do it properly today, I promise.

Angie: No arsing about?

Emma: Well... that might be a bit broad... let's just say I promise not to balance treats on your nose.

Angie: I never did find that olive, you know.

Emma: Wasn't it a cashew nut?

Angie: Oh yes, the olive was somebody else, there must be all sorts of things composting in here.

Emma: I think the nut was roasted, so it probably won't sprout.

Angie: If it does you'll hear about it.

Hannah: Angie, how do you get that top in under your cast, I assume it hasn't been there forever?

Angie: Ha-ha, no, it's clean. It's strapless, so we twist it around so the hooks are in front, then we hook the end of a clean one to it before we pull it out. I say 'we', but my only contribution is a lot of squirming while my carer prods and pulls and fishes boobs out from under my arms and so on, it's quite a performance. At least that's what I think happens, but maybe she just pulls the dirty one round twice, I can't see it so I'd be none the wiser. What colour is it today?

Kate: Red.

Angie: Oh well that's good, last time I looked in a mirror I think it was a blue one.

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Angie: So Kate, how's your competition going? Someone mentioned last night that you two are doing really well.

Kate: Pretty good so far, so let's hope this weather continues.

Angie: Well you two had better not eat too much if you want to win this afternoon.

Kate: No, we should be stuffing ourselves, in racing heavy is better.

Hannah: Why? If you don't have an engine, isn't it better to be lighter?

Emma: If you want to stay up for ages, yes, but if you want to get around the course faster then heavier is better. When a glider sinks faster, it also goes forward faster.

Kate: We carry the weight of about two extra people in water ballast. The race is basically short, steep climbs where we're being lifted by rising air, and long 'downhills' in between, where we're just coasting. In good strong updraughts the extra weight isn't noticeable, but on the long downhill glides it helps us cover ground much faster.

Hannah: So is that what you spray out? I saw them doing that.

Emma: You didn't hear it from me, but it's actually chemtrails. Everyone blames the airliners, but it's really us doing it. But I shouldn't be telling you this.

Kate: We let it drain out just before we land, we don't want the extra weight or speed as we're landing.

Hannah: It all looks very beautiful. I took some nice pictures yesterday when the last competitors were landing. Have you tried gliding Angie?

Angie: I went up once. Never, ever again!

Hannah: Why, what happened?

Angie: It was really bumpy and I got sick. There were bags right next to me but with my hands I obviously couldn't make use of them - we hadn't thought about that, obviously. It went everywhere, and there was nothing to be done, I couldn't clean myself up at the time or help clean the mess after we landed, I could only apologise and feel useless and sorry for myself. It was a thoroughly ghastly experience for everyone, not least for the poor guys who had to clean up the mess I left in the glider.

Hannah: Oh, how awful for you!

Emma: You shouldn't feel too badly love, people get sick in planes all the time, it's just one of those things, the club two-seaters all smell a bit sicky on a hot day. That might even be what set you off.

Angie: If I ever went up again it would have to be with a horse's nosebag already hooked over my ears.

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Angie: I'm back, it seems my little elves in the kitchen have everything under control.

Emma: Angie, have you eaten? Why don't you join us, if you can take a break.

Angie: Thanks, I might have a bite, if you ladies don't mind. I should just go and cover up a bit, I wasn't planning to be out here, but you don't want to have to look at this smelly old cast while you're eating.

Emma: It's not smelly, love.

Angie: Believe me, from where I am it is, especially in this weather, and I always assume everyone around me can smell it too.

Kate: A bit ripe in there, is it?

Angie: God, Kate, you have no idea. Well, Hannah, you'd have a pretty good idea, I'm sure you deal with the same sort if issues.

Hannah: Only to a point, I've got it easy compared to you, I change my tee shirt three or four times a day if I have to and I can enjoy a nice shower every night. I can't imagine what you must be going through, stuck in there. How long has it been?

Angie: Since the beginning of November last year.

Hannah: Good lord! Angie, you must be going insane!

Angie: Which is why it's a bit past its sell-by date. Let me go and put a top on.

Kate: You don't need a top on, woman, stop making a fuss! It's only us, we don't mind and we don't matter.

Angie: OK, thanks, then I'll just let the girls know where I am, and they can send someone to feed me when our food comes.

Emma: Nonsense, love, I'll feed you.

Angie: Not sure I want to risk that, Em, not after last time.

Emma: I'll do it properly today, I promise.

Angie: No arsing about?

Emma: Well... that might be a bit broad... let's just say I promise not to balance treats on your nose.

Angie: I never did find that olive, you know.

Emma: Wasn't it a cashew nut?

Angie: Oh yes, the olive was somebody else, there must be all sorts of things composting in here.

Emma: I think the nut was roasted, so it probably won't sprout.

Angie: If it does you'll hear about it.

Hannah: Angie, how do you get that top in under your cast, I assume it hasn't been there forever?

Angie: Ha-ha, no, it's clean. It's strapless, so we twist it around so the hooks are in front, then we hook the end of a clean one to it before we pull it out. I say 'we', but my only contribution is a lot of squirming while my carer prods and pulls and fishes boobs out from under my arms and so on, it's quite a performance. At least that's what I think happens, but maybe she just pulls the dirty one round twice, I can't see it so I'd be none the wiser. What colour is it today?

Kate: Red.

Angie: Oh well that's good, last time I looked in a mirror I think it was a blue one.

- ---

Angie: So Kate, how's your competition going? Someone mentioned last night that you two are doing really well.

Kate: Pretty good so far, so let's hope this weather continues.

Angie: Well you two had better not eat too much if you want to win this afternoon.

Kate: No, we should be stuffing ourselves, in racing heavy is better.

Hannah: Why? If you don't have an engine, isn't it better to be lighter?

Emma: If you want to stay up for ages, yes, but if you want to get around the course faster then heavier is better. When a glider sinks faster, it also goes forward faster.

Kate: We carry the weight of about two extra people in water ballast. The race is basically short, steep climbs where we're being lifted by rising air, and long 'downhills' in between, where we're just coasting. In good strong updraughts the extra weight isn't noticeable, but on the long downhill glides it helps us cover ground much faster.

Hannah: So is that what you spray out? I saw them doing that.

Emma: You didn't hear it from me, but it's actually chemtrails. Everyone blames the airliners, but it's really us doing it. But I shouldn't be telling you this.

Kate: We let it drain out just before we land, we don't want the extra weight or speed as we're landing.

Hannah: It all looks very beautiful. I took some nice pictures yesterday when the last competitors were landing. Have you tried gliding Angie?

Angie: I went up once. Never, ever again!

Hannah: Why, what happened?

Angie: It was really bumpy and I got sick. There were bags right next to me but with my hands I obviously couldn't make use of them - we hadn't thought about that, obviously. It went everywhere, and there was nothing to be done, I couldn't clean myself up at the time or help clean the mess after we landed, I could only apologise and feel useless and sorry for myself. It was a thoroughly ghastly experience for everyone, not least for the poor guys who had to clean up the mess I left in the glider.

Hannah: Oh, how awful for you!

Emma: You shouldn't feel too badly love, people get sick in planes all the time, it's just one of those things, the club two-seaters all smell a bit sicky on a hot day. That might even be what set you off.

Angie: If I ever went up again it would have to be with a horse's nosebag already hooked over my ears.

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