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Date: 15 October 2007 14:20:01
The first indication of a problem appeared on Saturday morning, when wife remarked that we had received no letter of confirmation from the people whose caravan we were to be staying in. The postal strike was the obvious cause, but we felt anxious. We didn't want to phone them on a Saturday; the office would be closed, so we'd have to phone someone's mobile. I did have one try, but got a wrong number - I didn't know if it had been the number on the card that was wrong, or if I'd mistyped. So we set off.
When we got there, the management were at first reluctant to let us have the key without a letter of confirmation, but eventually did so - we all thought that the postal strike was the likeliest reason why it hadn't reached us. And so we started to settle in. It was just as we were walking back to the caravan after a while in the centre building that the lady from reception caught up with us and said that another family had arrived. We said immediately that we would move out - clearly a mistake had been made somewhere, and we did not want the other family's holiday to be spoiled. At first, they offered us a place in another caravan at another site (which happens to be just a couple of miles from where we live), but then when we arrived with the key having cleared our stuff out of the caravan they told us that there wasn't a space after all.
On the spur of the moment, rather than drive home with our tails between our legs, we decided to drive to my mother's. It meant driving past our house (almost) and then the same distance again, but we just couldn't face the thought of returning to the house we had left that morning.
So here we are. In a way, it has been good to spend a few days with my mother. She has just sold her house, and bought a smaller place, so this was our last chance to spend some time in the old house.