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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Raspberry FieldsWhen I was four or five, my parents took me to a pick-your-own raspberry farm. It was a case of "one for the basket, one for me" and I was well filled by the time we paid and left.
On the way home I started to have the feeling that maybe I shouldn't have eaten quite that many raspberries. We pulled into our driveway, and I opened the car door and projectile vomited a load of dayglo-pink puke all over my dad's shoes.
It's 30 years later, and I still don't like raspberries anymore.
(, Tue 26 Apr 2005, 6:12, Reply)
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