I dread holidays. The week before, you’re forced to complete all the reports and blood test results that you have been ignoring or didn’t know what to do with. The children get overexcited and, with two weeks still to go, wake at 5 am to ask, “Are we going today?” You pack in five minutes only to realise later that you have left all your socks. Whether you drive, fly, or take a train you still spend hours cooped up in a metal box with fighting children. And on holiday the children still get up at 5 am, still overexcited, so we watch CBeebies, …