Lake Garda five years ago. Lake Garda is lovely, place we stayed very nice. A golf resort where DH could play golf a few times, I would take DS a few places and we would have a few days together. DH had had a very stressful time at work for the few months before so all really looking forward to it. We were driving there, with DH driving all the the way as he hates for anyone else to drive. All ready to go, days out planned, DH tees time for golf booked.
Then 10 days before he breaks his foot in two places. Debated whether to go, but didn't want to disappoint DS. All golf cancelled. I drove and endured the worst back seat driving imaginable, culminating in me telling him if he didn't like my driving he could get out and hop home or hop to Peschiera. When we arrived a first floor flat DH managed to get up to but was stuck there nearly all week. I made him of flask of tea and sandwiches every day and took DS out, he stayed in and watched Italian daytime TV (grim). DH did manage to come out once and watch DS and I swim in the indoor pool, he couldn't go in obviously.
On the way back he managed to keep quiet about the driving but had his wallet stolen at a service station in Bologne, taking DS to the toilet holding his hand with one hand and the other hand sing his crutch, so a pretty easy target.
We have been back a couple of times since, and are going again next year. DH's feet are wrapped in cotton wool for four weeks preceding the holiday.