A tale I've been meaning to tell...............
Before we moved our settee into the awning, we had pretty much been using the van as our main space. Kier came over at weekend to sleep for the first time. We put his bunk up and made up all the beds, very cosy, very intimate and very cramped!
We power the caravan with a combination of 12v car battery and mains electric. The lighting system is run from the 12v battery. You get about three days of lights on your battery, your then supposed to switch to mains and recharge. We had been warned by the campsite owner, never to use the emergency electric token, because, the scenario is bound to happen, where you have an emergency and you need your electric. You should never leave yourself without.
Cue Dad!
Most of the above jobs I have taken responsibility for, being the man of the van of course.
I was sat on the bed, Jodes was making hot chocolate, and Kier was on his bunk. Happy families, poised for a happy night of caravanning together.
I accidentally knocked the lamp over and smashed the bulb, plunging the van into darkness. As I reached up to switch the lights on I knocked over a fresh pint of cider all over the van floor. As I flicked the switch of the light I remembered I'd forgot to charge the battery, no worries proclaimed Jodes, we've got enough electric to get a quick charge, it will be fine, but we'll have to use the emergency electric. Where is the emergency electric? Jodi asked.
The truth emerged shortly enough, and in a space of around three minutes, it was apparent that not only should I have been more careful in the first place, I should have remembered to charge the battery, and probably shouldn't have used the emergency electric token without telling anyone. It went quiet whilst we contemplated a dark cold night.
It was left to Kier to summarise.
'That disaster over there is my Dad'
The timing of his remark was absolutely perfect.
We all spent the next ten minutes howling with laughter, thumping the van floor in hysterics, an hilarious moment.
Well...........I guess you had to be there.
Before we moved our settee into the awning, we had pretty much been using the van as our main space. Kier came over at weekend to sleep for the first time. We put his bunk up and made up all the beds, very cosy, very intimate and very cramped!
We power the caravan with a combination of 12v car battery and mains electric. The lighting system is run from the 12v battery. You get about three days of lights on your battery, your then supposed to switch to mains and recharge. We had been warned by the campsite owner, never to use the emergency electric token, because, the scenario is bound to happen, where you have an emergency and you need your electric. You should never leave yourself without.
Cue Dad!
Most of the above jobs I have taken responsibility for, being the man of the van of course.
I was sat on the bed, Jodes was making hot chocolate, and Kier was on his bunk. Happy families, poised for a happy night of caravanning together.
I accidentally knocked the lamp over and smashed the bulb, plunging the van into darkness. As I reached up to switch the lights on I knocked over a fresh pint of cider all over the van floor. As I flicked the switch of the light I remembered I'd forgot to charge the battery, no worries proclaimed Jodes, we've got enough electric to get a quick charge, it will be fine, but we'll have to use the emergency electric. Where is the emergency electric? Jodi asked.
The truth emerged shortly enough, and in a space of around three minutes, it was apparent that not only should I have been more careful in the first place, I should have remembered to charge the battery, and probably shouldn't have used the emergency electric token without telling anyone. It went quiet whilst we contemplated a dark cold night.
It was left to Kier to summarise.
'That disaster over there is my Dad'
The timing of his remark was absolutely perfect.
We all spent the next ten minutes howling with laughter, thumping the van floor in hysterics, an hilarious moment.
Well...........I guess you had to be there.
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