Philippa and I slept in the tent on Saturday. The weather had been glorious again and we both had Sunday booked off, so we found ourselves a campsite near the beach. It was pretty busy, even though the kids are back at school now. I guess holiday prices are so expensive when the schools are off that many families can only afford to go away during term-time.
A funny thing happened at about midnight. Well - it was funny for us, but not for the guy involved. There’s a bar on the campsite, and quite a few people were ‘hitting the sauce’ most of Saturday evening. There was no crazy, loud or raucous behaviour, but a few of them had obviously had a good skinful because there was some strange singing and some comedy walking going on when the bar kicked out at 11.
Now, I don’t know whether the hero of our story had an argument that he wanted to settle, or whether he was just so pie-eyed he was confused, but at midnight he got out of his sleeping bag and used the tent next door as a urinal.
The guy who was asleep in there woke up in a hurry when it started pouring in through his air-vent. I heard words that you don’t hear often on a family-friendly campsite, believe me. We also heard giggling coming from the other unaffected tents. Lots and lots of giggling……
RC 10-9-12
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