Nice people thread part 6 - thrice by twice as nice :)

GDB2222

PasturesNew wrote: »

I have many memories from the late 60s/early 70s, of staying in very old caravans in farmers' gardens/fields .... no running water, a small shed with chemical toilet outside, no electricity (gas mantles), brown wood panelling and ... the inevitable leaking roof when it rained. I can remember 2-3 specific occasions when we actually moved caravan when it rained.... one rented caravan wasn't even a long one, it was a standard small 4-berth touring caravan in a field.

That was the highlight of our year - the 2-week holiday dad got from work - and the budget of about £10-14 (probably for the fortnight).

What sort of work did your father do?

GDB2222

PasturesNew wrote: »

That's how I feel... I actually had things to do today - but they are not best done in the rain since they involve soft boxes and repacking items for storage .... you can't pack stuff into damp boxes and I'd be doing it in a very limited space if confined indoors (e.g. almost standing in the box I was trying to pack as there's no room).


Except me

My problem is a part of my speshulness.... unless I am settled, I can't settle. I've often been overwhelmed with thoughts and lists of tasks my muddled mind hasn't been able to tackle... and all the time I've been thinking "if I just get through this bit it'll be fine...." and then something else and something else and something else cropped up.

I can't do my writing as that requires me to be "in the zone" and without interruption - and I've had a backdrop of never-ending emails and phone calls and errands that crop up ... and I've not been in control of my location, surroundings or actions for a long time now.

So ... I think I am near the end. I have no errands/tasks for other people to do (well, not many and not critical) .... and if it stopped raining I would be repacking, finalising an arrangement with a carrier, contacting houseshares in the near area and planning my onward move.

As it is, I am sitting here in my leggings/baggy top, cross-legged typing on a laptop.... with a coffee at my side... while rain beats down on my tin can.

All these moves are ghastly. It's unsettling for anyone.

chewmylegoff

GDB2222 wrote: »

Because it doesn't help much. We had a bungalow with a copper roof. The first time it rained, we wondered what was going on. You soon get used to it. Then, after a few years, it burned down.

australians seem to be big fans of building houses with corrugated metal rooves with no significant insulation. this may have seemed like a good idea during the last 10 years when it didn't rain at all, but it was a downright silly idea in retrospect now that there is a tropical storm every six seconds.

PasturesNew

GDB2222 wrote: »

What sort of work did your father do?

Electronics/TV engineer, mostly test/QA stuff, manufacturer-based.

misskool

ugh.


is all.


hugs anyone?

PasturesNew

Rainio .... still ... or is it again.... sometimes it's again ... and sometimes it's still.

Temperature's dropped though, it's now chilly, draughty, cold....

PasturesNew

misskool wrote: »

ugh.


is all.


hugs anyone?

*hugs*

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SingleSue

Quite nice here at the moment although the temperature has decreased from the very sticky highs of last week.

I am outside the top 500 (just, was 565th when I looked earlier).

My holdiday memories consist of all of us being packed into the car around tent poles and canvas, couldn't happen today with the seat belt rules. Lots of very happy memories of camping until we stopped when I had James (although we did try it briefly again back in 2002 for a long weekend - autistic kids and camping do not go together well). I find the sound of rain comforting on a caravan roof, so comforting, it lulls me off to sleep but then having come from being in a tent where the mantra was always "keep away from the sides!" "Don't touch the canvas!" from a very stressed mum, I suppose it is a lot more relaxing.

chewmylegoff

we always went camping as well.

many of my memories of that are of us all in the car watching my dad putting up the tent in the rain!

my parents were "don't touch the canvas" disciples as well, although it never actually seemed to have the apocalyptic effect that they thought it would when i did it when they weren't watching! i was always disappointed to find that nothing happened when i was expecting torrents of water to come pouring in.

when i was about 11 we upgraded to pre-pitched tents with eurocamp and companies like that. was a bit less stressful for dad i think, and we were allowed to actually bring stuff on holiday because the car wasn't full of tent.

lostinrates

My parents did not do camping, but we were nomads, moving from condo to hotel to bungalow to renting houses from friend of friends. I vaguely remeber ONE caravan holiday, in cornwall, before i was school age while we were in uk where i was uncharacteristically scared of spiders and it rained and i think i was sick. My mother said 'this is fun, but i don't think its for us'.