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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ParisI was there with my boyfriend, whom my ex-husband does not approve of, and my ex-father in law hated, called him the "Son of the thieving Arab" amongst other things. Was not a happy time in West London.
Anyway, we left our hotel (The Ritz - very grand it was) through some huge crowds,who were saying, "Die, Anna!" (I assumed they meant Nicole-Smith) and I thought it would be a brilliant night, as the driver was absolutely sober and nothing was wrong and I was pregnant with my bf's baby.
As we travelled through a tunnel, a white Fiat Uno pulled alongside, there was a blinding flash of red light, while Judy Dench and the ex-father-in-law jumped on the car and throttled the driver, and we crashed into the pillars in the middle of the tunnel.
Ah well I thought, I wasn't that great, people will be thinking of something else in a couple of months. Only morons will be thinking of me in 10 years.
Signed,
Her Royal Blondeness,
Diana, Queen of the Daily Express.
(bindun?)
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 22:32, Reply)
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