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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Dont get me started.............Oh ok! here goesMy snobby - nothing we did ever good enough -grandparents lived in Blackpool and every bloody holiday we'd get shipped over as my mum couldn't afford to take us anywhere. I hated Blackpool and I wasn't too keen on my grandparents even though they were loaded. I hated every fookin minute of my stay there. Watching our p's and q's and always comments about our appearance and accent. We lived on a council estate in Blackburn, darkest Lancashire, how did they think we would speak.
Also our step dad at the time was all into family outings and would drag us to every bloody castle or whatever every bank holiday. I eventually talked them into letting me stay at home most times even though I was really too young to be left alone. I was a very sensible child and very introverted so I didn't want to be mixing with the unwashed masses.
Have absolutly no happy memories of family holidays in my youth.
Bah humbug!
We had to spend every bloody christmas with my grandparents too! We got loads of prezzies though.
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girlinthehole, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 15:06,
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