For the first time in many years, after a lot of scrimping and saving, the whole family were going on a summer holiday.
At 2am, with yawns and bloodshot eyes we set off on the 7hour, long-haul drive to devon.
All of us, packed in like sleepy sardines in our clapped out, ultra unreliable, defunct, 4th hand renault.
The car always smelt strange after one day dave had left an ice cream in the sun and it melted into the fabric of the seats giving off a horrible sour odour.
We always set off so early to avoid the traffic and arrive in devon so we had a full day ahead. However, this meant that my sister and brothers wanted their bedcovers with them, which raised the temperture in the car so it was hotter than a mexicans breakfast.
My mum is a nervous traveller and so the atmosphere in the front of the car was tense, especially everytime we passed a lorry...''stephen!'' my mum would say.
To calm herself she would smoke cigarette after rotten cigarette, smoking out the oxygen, leaving everyone else feeling sick and suffocated. Racheal was actually sick when we pulled into the service station...and yes, there were carrots! and a clean up and 30 minute delay.
I would wind down my window to get fresh air, but this would make tom cold, he'd complain and then dave would tell him to shut up, they would argue, racheal would get pushed and kicked and start screaming, the entire backseat was like a wrestling ring, hehehe.
Except the best fighter, my mum, was in the front...whenever there was a big arguement or a fight she would turn around in her seat and threaten to smack us, hehehe.
And on a couple of occassions during this trip she said..in a temper..''right, that's it, stephen, turn the car around, i've had enough, we dont deserve a nice holiday, its ruined'' or ''if you dont pack it in fighting david and thomas....i'll count to three...ooooone, twoooooooo.....three!'' and slap poor tom on the leg. I had my walkman on, trying to drown out the shouting with metallica.
Oh i forgot to mention all the luggage was piled around our legs and on my lap, because the car-boot couldnt hold it all. Was so cramped and uncomfortable, especially with my long legs...'move over, give me some room...oi, your on my leg...racheal, get off me''
When we stopped for petrol my mum would go and buy these awful cheewy sweets...opal fruits, the type of sweet that leaves your mouth dry and flavourless. It was always a joke cos we all asked for chocolate bars and waited to see what she was bringing back...and we'd all cry in unison..''opal fruits!! noooooooooooooooo!'' hehehe, but being kids of course we ate them all.
This journey was a real living nightmare, it took over 8 hours and by the time we arrived, everyone was shattered, i dunno how my dad stayed awake and held his concentration driving in our mobile zoo. ohhh, happy days, heehe. and this was just the journey.
At 2am, with yawns and bloodshot eyes we set off on the 7hour, long-haul drive to devon.
All of us, packed in like sleepy sardines in our clapped out, ultra unreliable, defunct, 4th hand renault.
The car always smelt strange after one day dave had left an ice cream in the sun and it melted into the fabric of the seats giving off a horrible sour odour.
We always set off so early to avoid the traffic and arrive in devon so we had a full day ahead. However, this meant that my sister and brothers wanted their bedcovers with them, which raised the temperture in the car so it was hotter than a mexicans breakfast.
My mum is a nervous traveller and so the atmosphere in the front of the car was tense, especially everytime we passed a lorry...''stephen!'' my mum would say.
To calm herself she would smoke cigarette after rotten cigarette, smoking out the oxygen, leaving everyone else feeling sick and suffocated. Racheal was actually sick when we pulled into the service station...and yes, there were carrots! and a clean up and 30 minute delay.
I would wind down my window to get fresh air, but this would make tom cold, he'd complain and then dave would tell him to shut up, they would argue, racheal would get pushed and kicked and start screaming, the entire backseat was like a wrestling ring, hehehe.
Except the best fighter, my mum, was in the front...whenever there was a big arguement or a fight she would turn around in her seat and threaten to smack us, hehehe.
And on a couple of occassions during this trip she said..in a temper..''right, that's it, stephen, turn the car around, i've had enough, we dont deserve a nice holiday, its ruined'' or ''if you dont pack it in fighting david and thomas....i'll count to three...ooooone, twoooooooo.....three!'' and slap poor tom on the leg. I had my walkman on, trying to drown out the shouting with metallica.
Oh i forgot to mention all the luggage was piled around our legs and on my lap, because the car-boot couldnt hold it all. Was so cramped and uncomfortable, especially with my long legs...'move over, give me some room...oi, your on my leg...racheal, get off me''
When we stopped for petrol my mum would go and buy these awful cheewy sweets...opal fruits, the type of sweet that leaves your mouth dry and flavourless. It was always a joke cos we all asked for chocolate bars and waited to see what she was bringing back...and we'd all cry in unison..''opal fruits!! noooooooooooooooo!'' hehehe, but being kids of course we ate them all.
This journey was a real living nightmare, it took over 8 hours and by the time we arrived, everyone was shattered, i dunno how my dad stayed awake and held his concentration driving in our mobile zoo. ohhh, happy days, heehe. and this was just the journey.
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that isnt the actual car but it looked very simular...and with our faces pressed tight against the windows, hehehe
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHAT A NIGHTMARE
LUCKY LUCY SHE WASNT THERE
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