
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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I can't remember the year but it must've been the late 70s. My brother convinced me that the brightly coloured, sugar coated Junior Panadol were in fact tasty sweets.. I climbed up and go them from the high cupboard, ate the whole pack, don't remember alot else apart from the Jelly and Ice Cream in the emergency childrens ward of Victoria Hospital (?)
( , Sun 5 Aug 2007, 1:11, Reply)
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