Horrid Henry's Holiday

Horrid Henry's Holiday Horrid Henry hated holidays. Henry's idea of a super holiday was sitting on the sofa eating crisps and watching TV. Unfortunately, his parents usually had other plans. Once they took him to see some castles. But there were no castles. There were only piles of stones and broken walls. “ Never again, " said Henry. The next year he had to go to a lot of museums.

“ Never again, ” said Mum and Dad. Last year they went to the seaside. " The sun is too hot, ” Henry whined. “ The water is too cold, " Henry whinged.

“ The food is yucky, ” Henry grumbled. “ The bed is lumpy, " Henry moaned.

This year they decided to try something different. “ We're going camping in France, ” said Henry's parents. “ Horray! " said Henry. “ You're happy, Henry?" said Mum. Henry had never been happy about any holiday plans before. “ Oh yes, ” said Henry. Finally, finally, they were doing something good. Henry knew all about camping from Moody Margaret. Margaret had been camping with her family. They had stayed in a big tent with comfy beds, a fridge, a cooker, a loo, a shower, a heated swimming pool, a disco, and a great big giant TV with fifty-seven channels. “ Oh boy! ” said Horrid Henry. “ Bonjour! ” said Perfect Peter.