Why two cars are much better than one
DOUBLE TROUBLE FOR A FIRST-TIME DAD OF TWINS
THE twins have gone on tour. They’ve already appeared at one venue, in rural North Yorkshire, where they won the crowd over with their ability to copy a duck quack. Now they’re halfway through the second leg, in a popular North Yorkshire seaside resort, and have yet to wow the audience – although Emma came close this morning with a spirited display of what’s best described as beat boxing. It’s a tour of the grandparents and we’re fortunate because they actually live in places
people actually go for a holiday. Obviously, I’d rather be on a yacht in the Cote d’azur with Jay Z and Beyoncé but sadly we’re not related to those two. So far, it’s worked out well. Then again my idea of a holiday
is now quite different to the traditional definition. For example, I’ve been pleased with seven hours’ sleep, my mum preparing their porridge and not having to buy groceries. A top tip for any family holiday is to travel separately without the actual family. In our case, we were forced into travelling independently due to our inability to afford a large family SUV. There was no way we could fit all the paraphernalia and twins inside one fairly small hatchback so we split loads and took both our fairly small hatchbacks.
Victoria took Thomas and Emma while I packed more booty into the back than Kim Kardashian. Although a necessity, it also helps us to avoid arguments over speed, music choice and whether we need petrol yet (I have a more relaxed attitude to petrol than Victoria). If Range Rover’s ‘charity department’ is reading this, I’d like to clarify I would happily accept a free SUV, as I think we’d both be so content within the luxurious yet safe surroundings of a market-leading premium vehicle, I imagine we would never disagree over anything. One thing not going to plan is Thomas, who has been struggling
with his movements. Let’s just say they’re playing fast and loose and have been for a few days. Unfortunately, one of those days we were on a walk, and I was forced to change his nappy on a bench next to an old couple, who’d stopped for a rest and flask of tea. Much to their credit, they never even contemplated leaving, which was impressive considering the general aroma. At least we can declare the holiday a success, even with the tummy trouble, and it’s only another two days till we’re back to reality. Although I’m starting to think reality is never far away when you’re on holiday with two babies.