Originally Posted by jennyranson
When I was a child we used to go on camping holidays a lot (leaving me with a horror of tents, I must say!). Well, once we arrived somewhere in Holland very late and my mum and I went to the camp shop to buy something quick for supper. She grabbed a tin of meat and I got some pasta, and we cooked and ate it (I can't remember what it tasted like - I think we were all too tired to notice). We did think the checkout girl looked at us kind of funny but we thought it was because we were crazy Brits. Then next morning when cleaning up I saw that the tin had a large dog on the side of it!