Life in a caravan .... and making a cuppa tea!

Life in a normal house is, well .... fairly normal. If you want to have a shower, you do. If you want to cook a lavish meal, you do so. If you want to stand up and go to the book shelf - you do so.
In a caravan it is not quite so simple. For instance, if you would like to make a cup of tea, you need to first remove the cushions off the sofa, rummage around in the dark, and hopefully locate the kettle - if you're not lucky, and you have located the toaster instead, you will have to try your luck again. Once the kettle has been located, (after several attempts!), it must be filled. But of course, the kids finished the water 20 minutes ago when they came to wash their hands, and the little darlings didn't bother to say that the water tank needed to be refilled. So! Go to the van, to find the attachment for the rolling water tank - of course, it's underneath 29 tonnes of other junk, which ALL needs to be removed onto the floor, just to locate the attachment.
And of course, in this time, a crowd of interested onlookers has assembled to now watch how on earth you're going to mange to cram all this stuff back into the van. This, I'm told, is considered great afternoon entertainment! Fabulous. Finally, all the stuff's packed away again, the van doors close, and there's a sigh of disappointment from the crowd - nothing fell out, and everything fitted in - well there's no entertainment in that! Right! I have the attachment, I get the water tank, and in the process, get sprayed in the face with water, as I remove the pump. ...... Go back inside, dripping wet (thank goodness it's warm here in France!!), and turn the pump OFF. ..... Go back outside, disconnect the pump, and finally attach the handle. We're off. It's only a 10 minute walk to the water tap ..... downhill. Which of course means that it's a half hour walk back - UPhill! Panting in the heat, I finally get back, reconnect the water pump, go inside (dripping wet again, but this time it's because of the heat!!), switch the pump on. Test it. Blast. Go back outside disconnect the pump, get sprayed in the face again, reconnect the pump the right way around, and go back inside. Test it. Fab, it works. Go back outside, take the rolling tank handle attachment back to the van, fling it in and shut the door quickly, before I once again become the evening entertainment! Go inside, and flop on the sofa. Sod it, I'll just have a Coke from the fridge. .... $£^"!)!£&$ The little darlings have finished them. Back to the tea. Fill the kettle (unless of course, someone else has 'helpfully' put it away!), and switch it on. Locate tea bags. Now this entails searching through nearly every cupboard in the caravan, and believe me, there are more than you realise!! Water has boiled, finally found tea bags - add in sugar and go to the fridge for some milk ..... no milk. UUURRGH!!! The little darlings finished it off at breakfast time (which now seems like a lifetime ago!) Fresh milk is not as easily found here in France as it is in the UK, so it'll have to be UHT (long life) milk. Once again, look in every single cupboard to finally locate it. And after all of that .... its now dinner time, and a whole new set of challenges arise!