Who needs the Maldives...........

when you have Rye??? Yes, it's that time again - the Sun's £9.50 holiday offer is here again, so as women with exotic tastes, my friend Lynn (camera 'wife') and I saved the tokens (well, I got my mum to email me the codes so I didn't have to splash out on the paper) and excitedly huddled round the laptop and picked our luxury accommodation - based on the cheapest nightly surcharge. It's a bit of an annual event - hence the 'chavtastic' mug in the photo. After I was drinking tea out of the custard jug we decided that was a step too far even for us and treated ourselves to a mug with photos from past jaunts.

It was once so cold in the caravan that the net curtains stuck to the window and it was 5 degrees in the bedroom. We've had caravans that smelt of dog with leaking taps and no gas - but have never had a dull time. 'We're all going on a summer chavvy holiday la la la la etc'