An everyday story of concrete folk: Five

The gnomes were enjoying the sound of Mother Bigger kicking off. Brave ones crept close, although there was no need – she could have been heard on Mars.
“I never said I would go camping.”
“You did, Mum.”
“Well I’ve changed my mind then.”
“Okay. Stay home. Me and the kids are going to Cornwall next month. The pitch is booked, and I’m going to look at caravans today.”
“Caravans?”
“Yup. Unless you lot want to sleep on the ground.”
Somebody mumbled something about a yurt.
This time it was a flying frying pan, but at least the window was open.

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