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CHAPTER XIIHOW THE DAY ISSPENTISHOULD like to give you an idea of just how aday is passed in SIEGLINDA, when my Partnerand I are travelling alone and under normalconditionsare anythat is, if we are to admit that therenormal conditions on a caravan tour.I am not at all sure that there are.We get up at 6.30. I know very well that thetrue rampant, enthusiastic caravanner (whom Ihave met with more than once) gets up longbefore that. He is fond of commenting upon theweather conditions that obtained when he wasbreakfasting at 5 a.m. For my part I have neverbeen able to get the machinery under way muchbefore 6.30. The middleroom has been clearedovernight and is now used as a bathroom,furnished by that delightful utensil, the rubberbath. While my Partner is making the beds andHerbert is feeding the horses I am at work on thebreakfast, which isready by 7.30. There is,I should say, an iron punctuality92about these