If holidays are heaven, they’re also hell. Cancelled planes, endless queues, scary weather – and then you come home to the washing and, in my case, a ruthless attack by Cydalima perspectalis, AKA box-tree moth caterpillars, on your carefully tended hedges.
Think of the cheese, I tell myself, inhaling a bottle of Ambre Solaire for courage as I pack. But which of us hasn’t wondered, as we stand in line for a hire car, if we wouldn’t have been better off staying at home?