When going to a festival with a couple of mates, the packing rules are universally understood.

One tent, one sleeping bag, one bag. Minimum clothing, barely any food and then as much booze the festival guidelines will allow.

When you turn up with the parents it’s a very different story.

The tent has a living room, a light and they’ve invested in a decent blow up bed.

They’ve brought have a stove, a kettle, a toaster (!) and a washing up bowl and tea towels.

You moan while dragging it all through the muddy campsite when you get there, but one  hour in and you’re amazed because….