Back home to the pod. I dread the old-camper smell and the few bold cockroaches. I did put out bait for them so there aren't many, but the ones that are around are really obnoxious.
I was met by the park owner complaining about the untrimmed grass. I got right on it.
But it's a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in.
(Believe it or not, I just washed this thing. It's just old - like me. It is a 1968 Chateau. Not even made anymore)