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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Time to reverse it againI took my son and heir to Paris a couple of years back and we dined out at a Greek type place for some reason. Towards the end of the evening there was the traditional bout of plate smashing and one especially tough bit of plaster shrapnel struck young master Steve in the chest. There was blood and some distress but fortunately Dad (me) is on hand to make things better.
I did this by trying to cop off with the guilt stricken waitress. Son and heir somewhat embarrassed by antics of lothario Dad, but friends on hand to look after him.
Just because my folks didn't really embarrass me doesn't mean I'm not going to do the same to my kid! It's character building or something.
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 9:48, Reply)
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