Sore bottom in a caravan

When I was nearly 12 years old, our family rented a caravan on a holiday park near Torquay in the south west of England. There was Mum and Dad, myself and my sister Donna, who was four years younger than me.

We weren’t very well off, as Mum was a stay-at-home housewife, very common in the 1970s. Therefore it won’t come as a great surprise if I tell you that the caravan we rented wasn’t a very grand one. Mum and Dad had a small bedroom at the back, while Donna and I slept on converted seats in the front at night.

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