It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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this questionmakes me feel a lot better about the rarity of our family holidays.
back to the obligatory tale: when i was about 7 my dad got me a tent, which proceeded to lie unused in the garage over the winter. unfortunately by the summer earwigs has laid their eggs in one of the hollow tubes, and the entire thing was full of the little bastards, running about and scaring the shit out of my young self. the tent went back in the garage and was never taken out again.
(, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 12:13, Reply)
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