now, I am not really one to tell tales (smirk) but I am sure my dear hubby won´t mind me telling the world what he chose to leave behind on our holiday to Croatia.
After my miscarriage, we were in dire need of a holiday so Mr CB kindly volunteered to “accompany” me to a campsite in Croatia which I dearly love as my parents used to take me and my brother there every summer holiday.
Note, he kindly volunteered because it was a naturist campsite and him being a Brit….no offence, but need I say more? 😉
Still, we bought a tent and all the trimmings, all in the space of a couple of days and off we went. At the time, we just had two boys, one still in nappies so needless to say, it was a tight squeeze in the car but, we managed, thank´s to hubby being such a genius when it comes to planing and packing.
It was a fairly good drive, not many traffic jams, the car run smoothly until we got near Croatia. It was poring down with rain and Mr CB, tired and irritated by then, kept pointing out that there were far more cars heading out of Croatia than in…. and he kept….and he kept….. by that time I was just about to lose patience but not.. I just refrained from saying anything.
Once on the campsite, still p…down with rain which did little to improve his spirits, we managed to put up the tent with the help of numerous new “neighbours”. By that time it was getting late and I said to Mr CB that I would take the kids for a shower and ready for bed, could he please point me in the right direction of the towels.
“Towels”, he asked? “Yes, I replied, “the big fluffy things you dry yourself off with”
“Ah”, he said, ” I run out of space in the car so I took them out and left them in the garage at home”