Never have I got home from a holiday and not felt just a little bit pleased to get back. There’s always something I’ve missed: my clothes, my house, (most likely) my own bed. But then I’d never been to Mark Warner Paleros, in Greece.To be fair, as the resort was only three weeks old, barely anyone else had been either.
When I first started travelling alone with my kids I was terrified. With Hux a tiny nappy-wearing milk guzzling baby and Elfie having medical needs that necessitates the carrying of syringes through airports, it seemed the solo parent holiday milestone would be too complicated to hit.
This week I am fulfilling every single January stereotype. Cold? Yep. A bit miserable? Indeed. Whining about it on the internet? WHOLEHEARTEDLY! I’ve been jealous of those lucky holidaymakers with few January responsibilities and loads of cash – is it…
There are many ways one can start a holiday at an airport. A leisurely stroll round duty free, a cooked breakfast (with a beer… cos once you’re through security it doesn’t count), a nice sit down in an executive lounge.…
Last week I took a little holiday. Well, kind of a big holiday actually. 1,541 miles to be exact, to Paxos in Greece travelling by train, taxi, plane, bus, boat and jeep. I had looked forward to this holiday for…
This post originally appeared in my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk We have had a clanger of a month. My father-in-law passed away on May 1st and on Tuesday Will was made redundant from his job, effective immediately. Cue panic. We are…