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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What a bit of warm weather does to Northerners...On holiday in the South of France, an idyllic little cottage in a beautful quiet village. I was 14, and innocently reading in the garden.
Went upstairs to ask mum where the sun cream was, she was hanging over the edge of the bed and my dad had just finished giving her a mighty good seeing to judging by the fact he was more out of breath than the time he ran the marathon. Oh, and he was propped up on top of her admiring a job well done, giving me a full frontal in the process.
Horrified, I ran through to the room I was sharing with my older brother, who was sat on his bed having quite a vigorous session of his own.
Spent the rest of the holiday afraid to go back in the cottage, getting hideous sunburn as I never did locate the suncream.
I still have nightmares now.
Woo, first post! Wasn't as scary as I thought it might be.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 11:41, Reply)
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