You might think 2 weeks in a VW camper would be a long time with someone like Shouty Grandad and most of the time you'd be right - until you take a peek inside the inner workings of his mind.
While in Cumbria, he, Nanny and Little Fink attended a family party. Best togs on, shiny shoes and a wash and brush up and off they went. Shouty Grandad enjoyed the party and meeting up with relatives all but for one slight problem, his shoes gave him terrible gyp all night, squeezing and pinching his toes. He drank on through the pain and come the morning and time to put everything away, he checked his shoes. As he put his hand in to feel the inner sole, he realised what had been causing him such discomfort - he remembered, he sometimes hides money in his shoes for security while on the move in the camper. The fool had forgotten to take it out before going to the party. DOH!
Never a dull moment etc etc.
