I have just booked a holiday. A package holiday. I haven’t done that in ages. There’s probably a good reason for that. I booked a trip to Torremolinos during the UK half term holidays. It’s an all inclusive deal, so I can eat as much spam and chips as I want, and drink as much nasty booze as I can, while a seething mass of hyperactive schoolkids drink sugar-based drinks and throw free food at each other under the negligent eyes of their sunburnt parents. Joy.