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Quote: Originally posted by Grinder on 22/8/2007

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I hate coming home!

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I start the day before we come home. Thinking about packing up and travelling long distances makes me feel really fed up. This is on our main holiday mind. On shorter stops I dont really mind any of it, Claire

Actually, thinking about it the worst bit is the pile of unopened post on the table!! You just know none of it will be nice. Might just start sending myself a postcard.

camping

We came back on Saturday and today was the first day we've had to dry out the tent.  Haven't got a washing line, so other half laid it out on the lawn.  Which of course is still very damp, so while the topside was drying, the underneath certainly wasn't.

I think we've finally got it dry now by draping it off various pieces of garden furniture, but we've rolled it up loosely and put it in the conservatory, just in case.  I'd hate to bag it up and find out next time we get it out that it's got an extra pretty black speckled decoration on it.

The not so fun part about coming home was unloading the car (about 12 trips into the house), and putting everything away.

I hate packing up to come home - especially if we have to pack away a damp tent, knowing that we'll have to erect it again in the garden before we can put it away properly.

Packing the car to go, and then packing away to come home.   Then of course when I get home the washing, putting stuff away etc.

I was away for a couple of nights last week, and it was pouring down when I put away.    Managed to drape the tent over the line yesterday lunch time, and put it away yesterday evening.