Home is where your husband is!!

For those of you who have read the last blog you will know that when we were first married we lived in a small caravan in a field during a glorious summer that lasted from March to September. Fortunately before winter set in we moved to much better site with a bath house and toilet block, we also had running water and electricity you have no idea how we treasured these luxuries.

We had also changed our old home for a new caravan 36x7’6” with a double bedroom, a kitchen we could both get in, a lounge 16’x7’6” and we had a party of 21 people to celebrate. It was a very cosy situation every one sitting on everyone else’s laps and drinking scrumpy out of great bottles called little johns. There were no glasses or cups we just handed the little johns around; at the time we also had Andy a black Labrador (see earlier blog) who joined in.

For our first Christmas in this new van we invited my parents, Mike’s parents plus his Grandmother, and Pete an old friend of Mike’s from his Cyprus days. He was kind hearted bloke who picked up an Italian girl who had nowhere to go for the holiday and invited her along so there were nine of us and a dog. The new van only slept 4 people so our sleeping arrangements were somewhat odd too, all the females slept in the caravan some on the floor and the men slept in a billet on the RAF camp site. I had to cook the festive dinner for this lot and managed it in the small kitchen by stacking pans on the top of each other on the gas rings and cooking the turkey an end at a time in the little oven. It must have been a pretty atrocious meal but everyone seemed to enjoy it.

We devised a new game sitting round that time we blew balloons up until we had filled the room so no one could move, we then debated if we burst one of them would it start a chain reaction. Well we all survived so I guess you can tell the outcome.