EllanVannin 's holiday 'post' is reminiscent of a caravan weekend my parents booked in Blackpool to see the illuminations.
We, my brothers and I, were really excited as our beds were made up at night from the banquettes in the dining area. Our parents slept in a double bed which was really a dividing 'wall' which was pulled down between the cooking and sitting areas. The pull handle (in essence one of two legs on the bed was no more than an ornamental bit of filigree metal.
It was memorable for all the wrong reasons, as the bed started to rise in the night as they slept and believe me, dad was 5-11 and about 12 stone so not small.
Mum recalled that she felt something move and asked dad if he felt it.
As she was reminiscing, adult to adult in later years, I burst out laughing but mum, still the prim convent educated 'girl' of her younger years, missed the meaning.
She said that, as dad rolled onto his back (from, I assume the spoon position) when she asked if he felt movement the bed righted itself but when he moved to sleep on his side the bed started to close upward.
It was all lost on me, a then 8 yr old but as an adult it was funny.
They were grand times...many of them too.