Luckily my new neighbours, including the very kind site owners, came out in force. They are superstars and recognise a damsel in distress when they see one. I know when it is to my advantage to play the helpless girlie. For some reason Lou was whisked off to the shop to keep him warm and came back laden with free chocolate and a can of Fanta. A caravan maintenance guy was called and he fixed me up with a temporary solution until a new charger can be sourced. Cosiness was restored.
I wasn't expecting a crisis, and a relatively expensive one at that, in the first week. After all, I don't just prettify my van but maintain all the technical gubbins as well. What I like is that, unlike a rental property where I was at the landlord's mercy to do repairs, I'm in control and can arrange to get things fixed without a long wait. That to me, is yet another advantage of my new way of life.