Then there was the time that we went to Camber Sands for a holiday. There were two couples and 3 children. My goodness if there was ever a holiday that shouldn't have been - this was the one. How we all came back talking we will never know.





We took 2 cars. On the way down my 3 year old daughter was sick so we had to stop the car to clean that up. We thought we would also stop for something to eat and the only place was a lorry cafe (only it was an up market one so we weren't aware how absolutely dire it would be - this was also before 'elft and safety). My husband, ordered a fried egg sandwich and the most horrific sandwich came up, with all the egg yolk dripping down.





Back in the cars, driving along someone hit the side of the car. Our friends in front tried to get the number plate but by the time a pen was frantically found, the number was forgotten!



We drew up at the holiday camp - which didn't look too bad. Had things for the children - not too far from the beach except the beach was so long and a mist would come down so you couldn't see the sea! Or the children if they went anywhere near it/



My younger daughter took poorly and I had to take her to the doctor who promptly said "this child is sick" - hmmmm - why did he think I took her?



One day we decided to get a take away from the camp restaurant. My husband got two meals and decided to perch them on his knee to drive back (he didn't want to walk as it was raining, in fact it rained most of the week). As he got out the car, he dropped one and guess what it was mine - but what was the difference - none - they were both fish and chips but he had dropped mine!! He went back to the restaurant but it was shut, so we had to share this meal which was obviously freezing cold by now.



Another day, we thought we would eat out. A good idea one would say. Not us - we ordered chicken wings and chips - I cannot begin to explain how small the chicken wing was and yes it was a deliberate use of the singular. A chicken wing. We did complain nicely but wasn't nicely asked to leave.



Happy days

What's this about pensioners' food

Well, well, well - I took my dad to a Carvery for the very first time. This was a day out in London for his birthday and one of the first Carveries in the Tower Hotel - not sure it is even still there. My dad is not fat but does like his food. I think it is to do with his pre war days upbringing where you never wasted food. So if food was on the table, he would eat it. When he got to the Cavery he thought he had died and gone to heaven! (thank goodness he hadn't - he is now 93 and still with us). He saw all this food, we queued up and filled his plate. It was delicious. He went up for seconds! Then thirds - we told him you didn't have to eat it all and he couldn't understand why not - it was there and not to waste it! Please dad, we said, there is a sweet afterwards - save yourself. He looked very perplexed but decided not to go up for a fourth time (even though the portions were getting significantly smaller).

Eventually, we waddled out of the carvery and my dad was very very satisfied, but wasn't sure he wanted to go again because they served much to much on the plate!