one that sticks in the mind,was Pontins Blackpool when kids were toddlers, we also took the mother-in-law cos she was on her own,also she was a star, was teeming down when we arrived, so we were grateful when allocated to our sty,i kid you not it was a bloody disgrace, wife set about cleaning it up, while i checked if mum in law was ok in hers,..NO it was even worse than ours
forgot to say, her youngest daughter n best mate were with her (teenagers) who thought it was great, big adventure. anyway we thought make best of a bad job. evening came we took mum,n kids fer early drink, teenagers went off rather n be stuck wi old gits, went back to our sty about 9-00/9-30 got kids off to bed, had a read,then we turned in about midnight. about 2-30 we were wakened by one hell of a racket, went to see n 3 lads were hammering on mums sty door, i went oer n said what the hell you playing at? ... after the birds the biggest gob said, i said they are with us, so leave it n go home lads its for the best, gobby said who the **** do you think you are? so i snotted him n said whos next? hasty retreat was taken by em, i knocks on sty,n shouts its only me,they have gone now, mum was in tears she was petrified,thought they would break door down, anyway got em settled n went back to bed, next morning my habit is go fer walk n get a paper, then go fer brew n fag have a read in peace. gets to cafe n it stinks of stale beer n fags, it was last nights bar not cleaned up.
still raining hard so cannot escape outside. this went on until weds n then we packed up n went home. Holiday from Hell.