Isn’t it incredible how much the camp followers moan when their other half is away on Ops? Surely they realised that this is part and partial of being married to a ‘serviceperson’ (yes this does cater for the male camp followers). Isn’t it incredible that they can get themselves to the other side of town in clothes and shoes that says more for their intentions than a 10 ft neon sign could, however when you lay on a function within the unit they expect to be driven from door to door. Maybe if the Families Office (sorry should that be Welfare Office) were not always bailing these types out of the brown sticky stuff, there would be more time to organise culture trips and Tupperware parties. I don’t think.