Except.
They weren't expecting us.
Wendy thought it was funny, suggested we stay at her house for three weeks.
Some number of phone calls later by Tammy, Steven running in circles shouting 'don't panic, don't panic' . All sorted. All good because it was their mistake, not ours.
We have an upgrade to the van, because it's all they had left and off we went to Sainsburys to buy bedding because there's none in the van.
It took a while because Tammy had to make sure the duvet cover and pillow slips matched the upholstery of the campervan. A bit of food, lots of beer and we were on the road to Durham.
Steven's driving and Mickey says it is 3.08pm, yes mum, it is the same watch. 30 years old now.
First the M1 and then the A1, 120 miles and we arrived at the Strawberry hills caravan park.
Nice spot. We did a bit of laundry stuff with the clothes (Steven wrote that) and had some cheese and biscuits for tea.
The van, it's a truly beautiful thing. Fits right in, no-one will ever guess we're tourists.
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