Went for a shower, came back home a week later

Our return home after our holiday was a good deal less civilised than the two weeks on the French campsite. No electricity in the house, had to crunch over the debris of our ground floor, in pitch black, to the sound of our  yowling confused cats with the odour of an accidentally defrosted fridge/freezer. A very grim night in gritty beds wondering what on earth was going on. Mum and Pete took pity on us and we stayed out the rest of the demolition in Clifton style, eating steaks the size of shoeboxes and drinking wine from The 'Secret' Society. Thank you Mum!