worse comes to mind was going on holiday with the family, including brother and his wife, the dog, the kids and mum for good measure. Off we set down to sunny or not Wiltshire somewhere i forgotten now. to spend a holiday in a caravan. On the way there the arguments started, bicker, bicker, bicker, i am not much good in arguments so tried to cock a deafen on the way.
by the halfway point it was pizzing down to such an extent we got completely lost. No satnavs back then.
just good old maps and supposed but long lost common sense. When we finally arrived at our destination we found our eight berth caravan was a broken down crock, sleeping no more than 4. including said dog.
so in keeping with the pleasant atmosphere, the brother says we have to make the best of a bad, nee terrible situation. Not to mention the caravan was parked with others on a farmers land, muddy and filthy all in one. Once settled in so far as we could, we went in search of food, which we hadn't seen fit to think about any day soon. We tried endless places only to find that being Sunday very little was open, including the pub. Not to say our large group got grumpier still and decided after one night to abandon the caravan and come home, out of pocket, out of time and out of our minds.