I am on holiday with my family for the first time in 13 years.
The first holiday in 1999 was with my parents, my 3 siblings, my aunt, her 2 kids and my grandmother. We went to Ibiza. It was a disaster. Everybody argued. Our hotel was filled with old german people. There was nothing to do because we went at the end of the season (which was cheaper) and everything was closing down. My mother made me sing Patsy Cline’s Crazy in a karaoke session. I didn’t know most of the words, thankfully nobody boo’d me.
I swore after that 2 week holiday that I’d never go on a family holiday again.
Yet here we are today. I’m sitting in one of our deluxe 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom caravans, on the Costa del Weymouth. With my parents, my husband, my siblings, my brothers partner and their kids.
So far no-one has killed anyone. Although we’ve already managed to spend £335 on food for the week. Quite possibly we have already killed the majority of our finances. However I’ve got 6 bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne out of that, so, you know, at least if a family argument breaks out I’ve got wine. I’ll be the one sitting in the corner swigging wine from the bottle and ignoring everyone.