115

Mum said there was something she made up or her friend made up called glamping. It's glamor mixed with camping so, that's what have been doing for the past few days.

Camping out in an hotel with Frankie in the car park so if we need something we can just walk a few steps and get it spoilt, ha.

There have been some really good things about being in a hotel, such as having space to jump up and down in. And no one sleeping on you or no one under you, I mean the bunks. And crisp white bed sheets and towels. And don't forget your bed being cleaned every day.

There have been all types of funny men and women.

And luxury breakfast lunch and dinner.

What will it feel like when we go back to normal life in the caravan and have to to share a space that would fit inside our bedroom here? And it wont be a dream any more, well maybe a little bit, I mean a lot.

P.s. our room number is 115. My lucky number 5

midnight magic

Last night I went for a walk around the caravan park to see if there was anything interesting. It was Friday night so everybody was celebrating and watching the footie so no one noticed me taking photos.

It was amazing, so many fairy lights and lights and glitter and sparkles and other peoples junk.

I don't know if you can tell but this is a tree. We tried guessing how they did it. Jazzy thought they were people who were staying for a long time and climbed the tree to put fairy lights on it.

Mum thought it was a disco lights, then Dad came up with it a projector. We asked the caravan next to the tree and sure enough it was. We stood in front of the projector and we were glowing, it was awesome.

Then we came home and Frankie Blue, our caravan, had nothing. Not one fairy light or anything. Just the glowing from Pepper and Jazzy watching a movie and Dad and Mum on phones. You have got to admit it still looked pretty awesome though next to the moon.

We are now trying to convince Mum and Dad we need fairy lights too.

p.s. Thanks Nic for the fantastic banner.