Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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Ah, lovely CornwallAll family holidays (bar one) from the ages of 6 - 15 were spent in my Gran's holiday cottage in Cornwall. It was great - lots of surfing, eating of clotted cream and getting stung by nettles when attempting to clear up the garden. The only problem was that her reading material apparently consisted entirely of musty smelling James Bond and Mills and Boon books. The mix of graphic torture scenes, light misogyny and large numbers of women giving up careers/independence/brain activity to swoon in to the arms of some man/landowner/boss are probably the reason I am the cynical and entirely unromantic b3tan I am today - one who hasn't had a date in a very long time. Damn you Grandma!
(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 18:16, Reply)
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