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.
