Little Holiday

We spent last week in North Wales in a posh central-heated caravan; our last holiday as just the 3 of us (although we went with Karl’s mum). Lovely to get away from the stress of work — don’t get me started — and housework etc. It was supposed to piss it down with rain all week but was surprisingly nice, if a tad chilly.

Unfortunately, the caravan had a flat screen TV. As a no-TV household generally you’d think it’d be nice to have access to the ‘free’ entertainment but it was a pain in the arse. Isabel, who has previously shown absolutely no interest in TV, became obsessed… asking for it within seconds of waking and throwing complete melt-down tantrums when I said no. I wouldn’t have minded her watching it, we were on holiday after all, but I quickly realised that children’s TV these days is puerile shite interspersed with grating adverts clearly designed to trigger the words “mummy, I want…”

Seriously, I caught the last 5 minutes of In The Night Garden (I think?) and was having to hold back the urge to swear at the TV. Nonsensical tosh. Contrast this to the good oldies: Dangermouse, Button Moon etc where people spoke real English and there was some semblance of a storyline.

Anyway, aside from that it was all fine and dandy. Not a great idea to share a teeny queen size caravan bed with daddy + toddler when you’ve got a huge bump, mind you.