Happy childhood memories of those family road trips

KIERAN HOWARD: Thanks very much for the hand, foot and mouth disease Louie

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There’s always been a special nostalgic place in my heart for that childhood family road trip.

You remember the ones, the never-ending motorway, feeling the breeze in your face as you stuck your head out of the car window, opening a carton of warm juice, stopping off at the Little Chef for a burger and chips, humming along to the dulcet tones of The Three Degrees singing When Will I See You Again and falling asleep on your mum’s lap.

There’d be the exhilaration of finding a gold mine of loose change down the side of the seats, not to mention a furry, sticky toffee that had been there for months.

Lastly, and most importantly, there was also the panic at the realisation that you should have gone to the toilet before you left!