rained

Holiday "My Mother and Father would take my brother and I to Wales, Devon or Cornwall every year. On each occasion, it rained without fail. Once, I remember my Mother, halfway up the motorway, realizing she'd left her favorite coat at home. My Father refused to go back and get it and so my Mother refused to speak to him for the following two days. Eventually, my Father gave in and bought her a very expensive coat from a Welsh boutique. It was an Afghan. My Mother wore it throughout the 70's" -- Andre rounds up his family holidays.