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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Old fashioned?A long long time ago I spent xmas with the then gf's folks. They lived in a rather fantastic bungalow on top of the white cliffs of Dover, and the whole thing was very 'Raj Style'. GF's dad had been a diplomat in the past and she was born in India herself, with four or five elder brothers who ranged from 40 odd to 20 something. Many of the brothers were also installed for festivities, including the oldest who hadn't known I was going to be there and had to come up with a present at short notice. He gave me a huge bag of homegrown puff. (Really huge, like shopping bag huge.) Keeping that hidden was hard work, though not as difficult as finding a 'quiet moment' with the gf. Luckily there was an old gun emplacement down the road which was dry-ish. Ha Ha think we...
Of course that was where the neighbourhood walked their dogs. Including gf's parents dog. We didn't get caught but somehow all the brothers seemed to know about it.
There's nothing like having a potential future brother-in-law asking how good a lay his sister is. That's embarrassment.
Or is it when they ask if she still does that thing with her tongue?
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