Remote control...

Charlie the Wobble Box is now firmly ensconced on the drive with the husband barely leaving it in peace for more than ten minutes.  And why would this be?

Well lovely readers, our Wobble Box came with a gadget which moves the caravan around via a remote control.  To the husband, this is the equivalent of a giant scalextric for those of advanced years (even the buttons on the remote are supersized) and he has spent many an hour this weekend joyfully turning the caravan this way and that until it was in a perfect position parallel to the fence.  To be honest, the two of us are such novices that I think we'll be very grateful for this when we reach our first site.  I can just picture the husband unhooking Charlie at the reception and moving it remotely all the way to our allocated pitch rather than risking the muted laughter from other caravan owners as they watch the husband and his reversing skills.

We had planned on sleeping in Charlie on Friday night, but such was the state of the inside after the inaugural Charlie Friday Party, we decided against it.  I wasn't too keen on waking up in a strange bed (it's very strange actually, with no corners) and negotiating empty pizza boxes and gin bottles on the way to the loo.  So on Saturday evening, after a trying afternoon involving the husband, Ikea, several public toilets and a breakneck dash home, he suggested that we test run the sleeping arrangements that night.  Eyeing up his pale face, I said, 'Is that wise?'  'I'll be fine', he said, 'just make sure that the route is clear to the house front door in case I need to make a run for it'.  

Around 10.30, the two of us (and the dogs) crept out of the front door in our pyjamas, and scuttled across the drive laughing like a couple of kids as we changed abode temporarily.  We have decided that there is no need for a television (we'll see how long that lasts) so the two of us stretched out on the couches (this is far too posh a word for them, but 'bench' doesn't do it justice I feel) and read our appropriate reading matter.  The dogs, who absolutely love their new holiday home (I think Reg sees it as somewhere he could bring girls back to should the opportunity arise) snuggled down between us, and everything was exactly as we pictured it.

We had a fantastic night's sleep although I woke up at 5.00am, and crept out of Charlie with the dogs leaving the husband to sleep while I did some Pink Jobs around the house.  

Before we'd gone to sleep, I had made the decision to close all the blinds which meant that it was like sleeping in a cardboard box.

Which probably explains why the husband slept till 10.00...



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