You drive half way across England, followed by a queue of irate car drivers, to enjoy some peace and quiet at a Caravan Park. Next day, a caravan pulls up alongside you and Margaret Beckett gets out.
It would be the mother of all Caravan nightmares!
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What I want to know is...... If caravans are so slow, how come they always end up at the front of the queue?
Good point Alfie!
They always have a clear road ahead too...
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