A friend of mine was preparing for their annual holiday, two weeks with Euro-Camp in Brittany. They had four children and he had given in to his wife's argument that his company car was not going to be big enough and bought a Renault Espace. To this he added a roof box, purchased from Halfords. Day before they are due to set off for the Dover ferry he returned from work to find that his wife had got the new roof box out of the garage and packed it in readiness. Unfortunately she had packed it on the front lawn and couldn't see why he was ranting that she was a stupid b*tch and that it would need to be unpacked before he could lift it onto the top of the Espace and secure it. So she went off in a huff whilst he and the children unpacked everything onto the lawn, he fitted the box to the vehicle and repacked it. Once this was finished she re-emerged from the house to say that all the food she had planned to take was in boxes in the kitchen ready to be put into the back of the Espace. Children were detailed to ferry it, human chain style, to where my pal was waiting to pack it safely into the car. Much muttering from him about the fact that France is the gastronomic centre of the world and that there was no need to take Cornflakes, Weatabix AND Sugar Puffs + 16 loaves of Tesco sliced bread. She replied that "The children won't eat anything else". Then he saw the 12 tins of baked beans, followed by 2 dozen eggs. "FFS woman, they have chickens in France" but the bit that finally reduced him to a gibbering wreck was when she produced 2 cartons, each containing 12 x 1 litre bottles of Evian "Because I don't trust French water".
