GrannyJen
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That you can buy for that"...
"Yes it is, but you miss the point" is my usual reply.
For the next three days I am on a course. I am now parked up, a mile away from the nearest hotel to the venue. It would have cost me £285 instead of my campsite fees of £33. However that misses the point.
I turned up at my "hotel", no need to look for the car park or fight for a space. I'm in my car park.
First thing on arrival, a nice cup of tea. Not the rubbish left as "complementary" in a hotel room, in my hotel room it is Taylors Yorkshire gold with fresh milk bought on the way.
A quick change of clothes, no rummaging around a suitcase looking in vain for what's been forgotten, my hotel room is always stocked up with everything I might need for a month, never mind three days.
Dinner? Sitting on my own in a bleak, featureless hotel dining room? No thanks, whatever I want, whenever I feel like it cooked how I want when I want.
Go for a walk? Down a corridor, into a lift, out into a stainless steel and glass lobby and then into an urban street? I'm parked in fresh air, the campsite surrounded by parkland, 40 minutes of clean fresh air walking in beautiful countryside, peace, quiet, space, happiness.
Refreshed back to my oasis of tranquility. Back to my bedroom, MY bedroom, not a bleak, featureless room that hundreds have slept in before me. This is Mine, this is me, this is my own cozy, fluffy, comfortable little bedroom adapted for how I want, coloured for how I want, bits of softness in it that is for me, no one else.
Want fresh air? Three huge vents open to the clean outside air instead of a double-glazed window that opens 20cm to allow in the roar and noise of an urban street. Or, close the window and have dry, chilly air conditioning waft anywhere.
Tonight, not always the case, my bathroom is just behind me, typical Caravan club quality, less of a walk than to go from my sitting room to my bathroom at home.
Tonight I will sleep, on my bed, made for my comfort, with my duvet, my sheets, and ... above all..... my peace, my contentment, my feeling of being free instead of caged. My fluffy, warm, cozy nest on wheels that gives me all I want.
That is the point.
ALBERT! I love you! ........
(even if we only have 14 hours to save the world .... General Ghala! Flash Albert approaching)
"Yes it is, but you miss the point" is my usual reply.
For the next three days I am on a course. I am now parked up, a mile away from the nearest hotel to the venue. It would have cost me £285 instead of my campsite fees of £33. However that misses the point.
I turned up at my "hotel", no need to look for the car park or fight for a space. I'm in my car park.
First thing on arrival, a nice cup of tea. Not the rubbish left as "complementary" in a hotel room, in my hotel room it is Taylors Yorkshire gold with fresh milk bought on the way.
A quick change of clothes, no rummaging around a suitcase looking in vain for what's been forgotten, my hotel room is always stocked up with everything I might need for a month, never mind three days.
Dinner? Sitting on my own in a bleak, featureless hotel dining room? No thanks, whatever I want, whenever I feel like it cooked how I want when I want.
Go for a walk? Down a corridor, into a lift, out into a stainless steel and glass lobby and then into an urban street? I'm parked in fresh air, the campsite surrounded by parkland, 40 minutes of clean fresh air walking in beautiful countryside, peace, quiet, space, happiness.
Refreshed back to my oasis of tranquility. Back to my bedroom, MY bedroom, not a bleak, featureless room that hundreds have slept in before me. This is Mine, this is me, this is my own cozy, fluffy, comfortable little bedroom adapted for how I want, coloured for how I want, bits of softness in it that is for me, no one else.
Want fresh air? Three huge vents open to the clean outside air instead of a double-glazed window that opens 20cm to allow in the roar and noise of an urban street. Or, close the window and have dry, chilly air conditioning waft anywhere.
Tonight, not always the case, my bathroom is just behind me, typical Caravan club quality, less of a walk than to go from my sitting room to my bathroom at home.
Tonight I will sleep, on my bed, made for my comfort, with my duvet, my sheets, and ... above all..... my peace, my contentment, my feeling of being free instead of caged. My fluffy, warm, cozy nest on wheels that gives me all I want.
That is the point.
ALBERT! I love you! ........
(even if we only have 14 hours to save the world .... General Ghala! Flash Albert approaching)
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