Sat in a caravan
A view of the sea
Rain on its roof
Children watching TV
They are finally settled
They were shredding our nerves
We put on the Blues Brothers
No more sound have we heard
Just police cars crashing
A world record amount
Crash after crash
We have long lost count
The noise is deafening
But we don’t care
We could be in a tent
Rain dripping on our hair
How we love our home from home
All dry and snuggled up
And now the sun is shining
Oh what incredible luck!
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