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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Cat AttackBenalmadena, Spain around 1991. We were staying in a nice apartment, right on the sea front 2 stories up.
The apartments had a nice courtyard round the back, with a huge bouganvilla growing. And under this bouganvilla slept a large ginger tom cat.
One day my dad (yes my DAD) and I filled a 2 gallon bucket and after taking careful aim at the poor, sleeping, content ginger tom; dumped all 2 gallons on it from a hight of 25 feet. Direct hit. I've never seen anything move so fast in my life.
My Dad and I were laughing like drains and returned to the apartment to relax after the hijinks. About 30 seconds later there was a loud banging on our door followed by the immortal words, "Did you pour water on my cat?!" I shat myself. My Dad being made of sterner stuff brazened it out and insisted that, "We would never do a thing like that. We are animal lovers" etc.
So there you have it. Going on holiday with your folks is fine as long as they are cool. I'm meeting them in Vegas in 3 weeks. I wonder what we will get up to...
(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 22:51, Reply)
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