<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>HappyCamper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/happycamper/</link><description>Recent content in HappyCamper on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/happycamper/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dream One</title><link>/stories/2018/07/07/dream-one/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/07/07/dream-one/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It took me a few minutes to notice something wasn&amp;rsquo;t quite right. I was slowly coming awake after what felt like an excellent night’s sleep. I stretched and yawned, and I as yawned, I brought my hand up to cover my mouth, just like the polite girl I was brought to be, so the furry paw that was covering my hand was something of a surprise. Then I noticed I was naked under the covers and not wearing my usual PJs. I sat up and brought both hands in front of me, both now encased in furry mits that looked like cats paws and more importantly did not have fingers in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Old House</title><link>/stories/2017/03/01/the-old-house/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/03/01/the-old-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I push open the heavy front door with some effort&amp;hellip; the hinges hadn&amp;rsquo;t been oiled for a while and the door had little use for the last year. Once in the front the hall, I dropped my bags and pushed door shut, I&amp;rsquo;d finish unloading the car later. The hall was clean, with just a little dust and you could see a few patches on the walls where furniture and pictures had been. It was a large old house, on expansive grounds, well back for the road. It had been owned by the parents of my friends, Jennifer, who had passed away the year before. Jennifer was travelling overseas and I had volunteered to help with the house, making sure the few remaining items of furniture were picked up and removed and the house was clean and ready for sale.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>