I recently posted about our annual holiday, this year to The Norfolk Broads. I mentioned that I would be writing a post about why a boating holiday is not for me. I don’t think I really need to give much introduction, so here goes (in no particular order):
- not having a proper shower (a trickily little thing, with not enough room to swing a mouse, let alone a cat)
- the toilet literally being in the shower – if you want a pee, you have to get wet feet if you also want to stay clean
- needing a step ladder to climb onto the bed, if you’re a short arse like me
- having to move out of the way to pass each other in the galley
- having a heart attack every time your toddler goes near the edge, even with a life jacket on
- being in a confined space
- not being able to just get up & go when you want
- no phone service in the middle of nowhere (not that it would usually matter, but I was expecting important emails)
- having to wait half an hour for the kettle to boil on the gas hob
- taking half an hour to dry my hair because the hairdryer is soooooo slow
- not being able to use hair straighteners because they’re too powerful (not good with a frizzy mop like mine!)
- having the smallest fridge ever
- the hot water is literally boiling hot straight away and you may come away with second degree burns
- if you bagsy the bed next to the window you may get really cold
- having a stinking toilet as it all stays in the tank
- having a rubbish TV signal (when you don’t have a lot else to do)
- having to pull the table out every time you want to eat a meal
- having a wardrobe the size of a broom closet
- not being able to swim! You know, it could happen…
- cups the size of a shot glass
- having to duck every time you go through the bedroom door as the step is too high.
Okay, so not really 101 reasons, but I think my reasons are plenty enough for me not to want to do it again! Give me a cottage home-from-home any day…
