It's evening time on Thursday and I forgot to tell you about it. It's about 18.00hrs and the children are acting crazy. Dinner is late and they need a wash and bed. We've just arrived, so everything is a bit chaotic.
Andrew decides a beer is in order and we need cash for the morning. So he jumps in the car, as he saw as shop as we drove through the village.
I prepare dinner and the big girls bathe the small girls. We eat dinner, but by the time we have finished Andrew hasn't returned. I start to worry a little. But worrying is my forte, so I push the thoughts to the back of my mind. He's a capable chap.
At 19.30 I figure he's been gone too long. Dukey is asleep and I leave Eden playing with Emily and Holland. I tell them to lock the caravan door.
I am not really sure of my course of action. Andrew has the car with my wallet, passport, phone, laptop, money and change. I asked the girls to scrabble around for change and we come up with 1€ 70 cents.
I walk to reception and it's closed. I find a phone box and put in the €. I dial Andrew's phone, but it goes to answer machine. 20 cents down. I dial my number. He answers. He's lost. There was a bad accident on the road home, they had shut the road, he didn't understand the diversion signs and had been driving for over an hour through steep winding forest lined roads. He didn't know the name of the campsite.
I press follow on call in a panic as I've no idea how to help him if I run out of money. Leaving the phone box with the phone dangling off the hook, I run back to reception to write the name of the campsite down.
To cut a long, rather overly dramatic story short (although I was worried at the time) Andrew returned at almost 21.00hrs. He had the beers and they had only cost 3€ for 6! Unfortunately he had done 40€ worth of diesel and had been flashed by a speed camera. So, perhaps not the cheapest beers to be had.
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