Yesterday, I experienced being both in a working class enviroment, and a very prestigious upper one. I spent the last few days holiday-ing with family in the Newforest; we stayed on a caravan sight, in a caravan that had been given the 'Rose caravan award' of 2007 - it had the sticker proudly placed in the front window. I have no idea what a caravan has to have to get the 'Rose caravan award' of 2007, but my guess is, not alot. However, despite the small spaces and the bad curtains, the caravan became our humble home for four days, and we lovingly set upon it it's own nick name - 'the Chav-a-van'. The teenagers counted wearing hot pants, gold chains, and, well, not much really, were numerous, and after the first day, i began to feel that i wasn't going to fit in. On the other hand, geting away from exam time tables, and maybe just this place in general, was a nice thing, and the weather was beautiful all week. It was fun, and i think the holiday was deffently more about who you are with, rather than where.

It took us approx. two hours to get home, and on the way, we stopped off at Goodwood to get something to eat. We had spent the previous monday there, participating in a track day, and we knew we could get food there whatever was happening. Our original plan was to maybe eat at the NAAFI van, (the Goodwood, general food van) but as it was not open Dad decided that we were going to go to Goodwood House to eat, as we had every right to, and there was no dress code. About a mile down the road, we parked in the car park - there were endless rows of VERY expensive cars, and we had an audi with a bike rack, and a top box. I was dressed in grey jogging leggings, and dungarees - when i entered the reception bit (which was actually a hall!) i could see hats, expensive walking sticks, fur coats and the like, all in order. It was fun, but it felt like i had to sit straight and talk proper. The place where we ate was called The Kennels and you could bring your dog in. Goodwood likes dogs, and so did our waiter. What was weird was that he brought Jaspa a tea towel, and a wooden bowl full of water - the kind of bowl you probably wouldn't give a kid for fear of ruining it - but the waiter gave it to Jaspa. Was a tad bizaar.

I dont mean to criticise both places, but i am glad of a normal, humble home, in which we dont have to say 'hip hop!' or wear gold hot pants. I guess whatever amount of money you have, if you have the Lord, he keeps you humble, which is a good thing.