I’ve never said because I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but my idea of a holiday involves wearing fewer clothes than usual and so much sunscreen that you come off the beach looking like you’ve been coated in breadcrumbs (the only way I come remotely close to looking good enough to eat); so when a pile of the usual UK holiday brochures arrived, promising sunshine, sandy beaches and cream teas, and containing no hint whatsoever that waterproofs, wellingtons and windbreaks will almost certainly be necessary, they went straight in the recycling bin.

Instead I placed on Daddy’s ‘desk’ all the documentation necessary for the renewal of our long neglected passports. There’s a whole world out there, Freddie.


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