PACKAGE HOLIDAYS
In this gloomy, pointless month of February our thoughts naturally turn to summer and the happy prospect of a package holiday. Did I say happy? Sorry, I meant dismal, execrable, manky and any other word my thesaurus can come up with for the word “crap”. After last year, I vowed I would never again let a tour operator “take the stress out of holiday planning” leaving us free to “relax and enjoy the trip of a lifetime”. Why? Well, let’s just say that our “luxury apartment” in Gran Canaria (yes, yes we’re common) was teeming with ants, the toilet wouldn’t flush and the sofa had more stains than a mattress in a Soho brothel. The poolside restaurant, which promised family entertainment, was closed.