I remember when British holidays used to be relaxing.
Playing on the beach, eating fish and chips, exploring a new part of the country I’d never visited before. Even the sleeping arrangements in a slightly cramped caravan seemed exciting and adventurous.
When you’ve got a small child, everything’s different.
Suddenly, instead of simply climbing into the packed-full-car, finding a cosy nook and falling asleep, I was responsible for making sure the packed-full-car was empty enough to fit said small child.
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