Technically, I suppose, this holiday began two days ago when we finished work and set off to Suffolk to collect my mother. These two days ahevn’t felt like part of the holiday, though. They’ve felt like a typical weekend at Mum’s, complete with haircut, shopping and a slightly drunken evening meal.
In less than an hour, though, we’ll be off, setting course for London and my brother’s place, before continuing on to Heathrow the following morning.
This is my first holiday with my family since my late teens, and my first with Lorna’s family.
Am I scared? Oh, yes.