This is how the escape happened. In November the house was progressing and I was spending quite a lot of time there during the day. Then we decided to buy a bed so I could rest in the daytime. We had already bought a bunk bed for J (son) some time before as we saw it advertised in the village shop and it was a bargain and just what he wanted. Then the weather turned bitterly cold and I suggested we try sleeping a night in the house and we did.

The next morning one third of family ( mentioning no names) said 'Ok we sleep in the caravan tonight.' The other two thirds of family had experienced sleeping in a comfortable bed without being chilled to the bone and getting out of bed without crashing into the wall. They stated that they had no intention of ever sleeping in a caravan again for the entire duration of their lives. So despite repeated mutterings from one third of family that he could never see what was so bad about the caravan we moved in. Things weren't ideal as it was still very much a building site and there was no running water. It was pretty chaotic especially as it was the run-up to Christmas and things didn't improve when father in law went into hospital two weeks before Christmas with a leg infection. But we had space and something approaching warmth.

No more chilblains!

No more pink fluffy bedsocks!

Bliss!