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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Oh, the shameNot really a holiday, but a family day out.
My mum, dad, brother and I go to Brighton. We agree to split up and meet for lunch. I check my parents have their newly acquired mobile phone with them.
So my brother and I go off and have some jolly good fun, pointing and laughing at people, dropping our ice creams, etc.
Then we see it's time to meet. I ring my parents' mobile to see where they are. Then, as the phone is answered and I start to talk, I see my mum down the street.
She was listening to the phone in the correct way, but when she wanted to talk she held the phone infront of her face.
Her excuse was, "the phone is so small and the mouthpiece is so far from my voice, if I didn't hold it there how could you hear me?"
She STILL DOES THIS. I think she especially enjoys doing it on days out/holidays.
The shame.
(, Wed 8 Aug 2007, 19:40, Reply)
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