We had a fight.
Yea, yea, I know, we’re always fighting, but this was the worst.
I lost it – my patience with him, my tolerance, my everything.
I told him to pack his bag and to go.
And he went.
And he took everything.
Now all I have left is that wall.
I swear, I’m never going to live in a caravan again.
Note for non-UK readers: caravan = trailer
crispina kemp 
Love it!!!
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Yep, disaster 😊
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I love the tragedy! As terrible as that may sound 😊
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Good. Tragedy is cathartic when it happens to someone else!
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Live in a caravan? No, thank you! My husband used to talk of our future retirement and driving around in one of ’em… ummmm…. He would have had to put on some major charm!!
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Love it. Yea, me too. My eldest tried it. Returned 2 months later totally strung out with stress
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I don’t think I’d love it, to tell you the truth. Camping for two/three weeks is great but I dunno… Mind you, we had a 27 footer but still…
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It’s not for me. I’m a total home-bird, give me comfort. I want fresh air? I’ll sleep with window open!
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