Caravan Diary, Day 10

The British Summer has finally arrived. It has been raining cats and dogs all day. Our feet now make squelching noises when we plod across our front lawn from caravan to house and back, and we can sometimes hardly hear each other over the drum roll of the raindrops on the roof of the camper. The whole camping experience is suddenly very authentic - and not in a good way! It wouldn't be that bad if the kids weren't this whiny. It's seriously hard to keep them entertained and distracted from their various malaises when all you have to work with are 6sqm. All I long for is beds AND a table to be up at the same time. Am I being overly demanding?