The campsite was a little chavvy but the Wig Wam was ace. In effect it was a wooden shed. It had a pitched roof down to the floor and there was barely enough room to stand upright in the middle. We made up the mattress at the far end and there was plenty of space for Tilly's pram at the end. There was a small preparation area, a microwave, a kettle and even a TV. After food, I collapsed on the mattress and watched T.V. Tilly had fallen asleep, probably exhausted after all that crying. Richard and I lay there very relaxed - finally.
Suddenly there was an object coming through the window above me, accompanied by a strange loud high pitched wailing noise. I just flopped on my back stunned, my arms up like I was being taken hostage. Meanwhile, beside me Richard squealed like a girl, his arms flapping, bashing this UFO and was quickly up on his feet (after them flapping a bit too). It was a hot evening on the campsite and some kids had decided to blow up some whistling balloons and shove an untied one through our window. I completely collapsed laughing at Richard's reaction, who was still shaking and was livid. He went straight to the door and shouted at the boys, telling them we had a small baby sleeping. Tilly slept through it all, amazing as the balloon was loud but Richard's squeal was far louder!
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