Granpa Greyton always used to say it was because we couldn't leave Thomas alone for more than one night. Thomas being the cat. He was just a street cat. Dark brown with lighter brown tabby-like stripes. He was supposed to be John's cat. I can't remember when we got Thomas. But that's a whole 'nother story. Let's stick, at the moment, to our one-day-holidays.
They started when we were living in Camps Bay, and Auntie Jean used to come with us sometimes as well.
We would all climb into the family VW Beetle - GG was a die-hard VW man. That's why my first car, and John's, were VW's!
Anyway, once again, I digress.
We always used to go to the most out of the way little places - I can proudly say I've seen Fraserburg, Loxton, Carnarvon. I've seen Graaf Reinet and Middelburg (Cape). I've even been to Peddie. And Ladismith and Barrydale too.
We used to spend the one night in a hotel. In those days it was smart - dinner in the dining room. Full waiter service. Always "cream of " something soup because it was thick and therefore more difficult for the waiter to slop all over the tablecloth.
John and I in one room. Mommy and Daddy in another. John and I always used to fight. Physically. I remember grabbing my weapon of choice - my hairbrush and laying into him. Nobody to tell us to stop, because Mommy and Daddy were far away along a (usually) dark, dank corridor.
The hotels were always called The Royal, or The Grand.
So - a day of sightseeing. Well, as much of a sight the barren Karroo could be. Then a really nice meal in the hotel. Bed with lovely starched hotel-type sheets then hotel breakfast in the morning, and home James, but just via a different route.
Holiday done and dusted. And Thomas happy because he was only left alone for one night!
They started when we were living in Camps Bay, and Auntie Jean used to come with us sometimes as well.
We would all climb into the family VW Beetle - GG was a die-hard VW man. That's why my first car, and John's, were VW's!
Anyway, once again, I digress.
We always used to go to the most out of the way little places - I can proudly say I've seen Fraserburg, Loxton, Carnarvon. I've seen Graaf Reinet and Middelburg (Cape). I've even been to Peddie. And Ladismith and Barrydale too.
We used to spend the one night in a hotel. In those days it was smart - dinner in the dining room. Full waiter service. Always "cream of " something soup because it was thick and therefore more difficult for the waiter to slop all over the tablecloth.
John and I in one room. Mommy and Daddy in another. John and I always used to fight. Physically. I remember grabbing my weapon of choice - my hairbrush and laying into him. Nobody to tell us to stop, because Mommy and Daddy were far away along a (usually) dark, dank corridor.
The hotels were always called The Royal, or The Grand.
So - a day of sightseeing. Well, as much of a sight the barren Karroo could be. Then a really nice meal in the hotel. Bed with lovely starched hotel-type sheets then hotel breakfast in the morning, and home James, but just via a different route.
Holiday done and dusted. And Thomas happy because he was only left alone for one night!
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