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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GermanyPa Jugular has family in Germany, so as a family we've driven there a few times, from Lincolnshire, it takes more than a day and was rarely fun.
The worse occasion was when we took my slightly odd cousin, who was around 13 at the time, and unbeknownst to us, had discovered her *ahem* sexuality.
Once hitting the continent, I looked out of the corner of my eye. She had raised on of her legs up and was, erm, what's the terminology now, touching herself.
I buried myself in my book and tried very hard to disappear into it.
Ma Jugular noticed and took to throwing sweets over her shoulder so as not to turn around.
Pa Jugular had it worse though, he had to drive all the way to Germany without looking in the rearview mirror.
What a fun week that was!
(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 15:06, Reply)
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