A Car Sick Carnival production
Undertaking journeys with small children can be challenging at the best of times. Add bank holiday traffic, Christmas party hangovers and a surfeit of Quality Street into the mix, and you have the recipe for the kind of memories which will have you waking in a cold sweat at 3am for many years to come.
I try to avoid travelling at Christmas at all costs, but even the shortest of journeys can be potentially disastrous at this time of year. Particularly memorable was the year when we dressed a two year old Ned as Father Christmas for a visit to my brother, who lives the other side of London. Ten minutes before we reached our destination, he vomited a large selection of chocolate tree decorations all over his red felt outfit. Instead of the festively- cute-toddler, lisping ‘Merry Christmas’ scene we’d planned, when his cousins opened the door they were faced by a tiny, wailing, extra from the Casualty Christmas special.
What I’m proposing is this: during the dark, cold days of January, when the fairy lights and baubles are back in the attic, and the only thing we’ve got to look forward to is the sale of Cadbury’s Creme Eggs, let’s share our Christmas travel horror stories, or indeed any holiday horror stories. Leave a comment with the link by Monday 11th January, and the Carnival will go live on Tuesday 12th. Sound like a plan?