Oh what a fab weekend. Went with N&G to the caravan which is in Lincolnshire. When we got there I couldn't believe it the van is on a field with about 5 other caravans in what feels like the middle of nowhere and going onto it felt a bit like going onto a gipsy site but what a great time we had.

N&G are lovely people and really wanted to give us a good time (which they did). We got there on Friday at about 6.00 and we went off for a lovely walk along the side of the river then feeling very hungry we got into the car and went into Woodhall Spa and had a lovely pub meal. Then back to the caravan we went for drinkies and boy did the lads drink!

Got up on Saturday with a bit of a headache but after a lovely bacon buttie courtesy of G and a couple of paracetamols we went off to the village for a look around. Although it had been raining very hard but we managed to time our visit during a dry spell and we were also lucky to do this in the afternoon when we went for another riverside walk. Then Sat night after watching Dr Who we ventured out for a lovely curry and finally went to bed at about 11.00.

Sunday morning as usual we were all woken up at 6.30am by the cockrel and after sausage sarnies we went out again. Me and hubby got home about 5.00 last night and what had been a great weekend suddenly had an upsetting end.

Our son M, left alone in the house for the first time, had asked his mate to stay on Friday night. Now to be honest I don't much care for J but that's another story (see post done in Jan for a catch up on that one). Anyway J turned up with six mates and boxes of beer, M let them in and chaos ensued.

Luckily the house wasn't trashed and funnily enough what gave it away was the fact that the house was too tidy although a beer can in the garden border was also a good clue.

Hubby gave M a good talking to last night and for once was the bad cop and me this morning I woke M up with a cup of tea and asked him to come for a chat when he was ready - which he did (I was playing the good cop). Anyway, M told me exactly what had happened and I think we got off fairly lucky and he says in future he's not going to mention to J when we're away but I'm a bit unsure what to do. Me and hubby are booked to go to Lanzarote in September for 11 days which as you'll understand I'm now pretty anxious about. i've thought about cancelling the holiday but M will be 20 next month and I think that might be an over reaction.

My hunch is that M's had a scary experience as he says himself he felt things were getting out of hand at times and I think he'll have learnt from the experience but can I trust him and my instint? Can anyone advise?