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Back 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?

(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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Bit of a complicated one but here we go....
After I left home to go to Uni, my parents decided to move to Cornwall. (This means I no longer see my friends from home as I have no base there anymore)

As they're in Cornwall, it's a bit of a bugger to get there from London, you can't just pop over for tea one day, you've got to plan it out, especially if you don't want to pay a fortune for the train. So, one occasion, I decide to visit them during my somewhat limited holiday from work (thus tying it into the question). As ever, this is all arranged, written on celndars, booked up etc.

So the day comes and after an interminably long train journey I'm finally in Liskeard, so I stagger up to the entrance to the train station to find.... nothing. After waiting for half an hour for them to turn up, I ring for a cab, managing to get together what little cash I have on me.

So now I'm at their house, and no-one's in. Not a problem, I'll use my key. Which doesn't fit the lock. Oh dear. Have they moved and just not told me? No, there's their cat, and their stuff is still inside the house...

After searching around for a bit, I discover that the garage is open, so in I go, and not a moment too soon as it starts to piss down with rain. Luckily, there's power in the garage, so out comes the phone charger and the mobile. They're not answering their mobile phones. I ring my sister to ask if she knows what they're up to... Nope.

After sitting in the garage for around six hours (after the train journey of about the same don't forget...) their car pulls up in the driveway. Apparently they'd gone fora holiday in Devon, and thought I was coming next week. They weren't even going to have returned that night but they didn't trust the neighbours to feed the cat. Some start to a nice relaxing break that is.

Tenuous I know... something more relevant later...
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 11:31, Reply)

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