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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Bad things happen....... to other people when we go on family holidays. For some reason the Whippity family is a Jonah for others. Every time we went away, something bad happened to strangers near us: a shooting in Nuremberg right in front of us; a fatal knife fight at Paris Saint-Lazarre station; numerous fires and road accidents; and some poor soul getting out the wrong side of an old slam-door carriage while we waited to set off on holiday.
I can't recall any wince-inducing moments in the final holidays as a teenager, so must have repressed them....
(, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 16:07, Reply)
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