Have had enough of my kids fighting with each other, and the cold, and the rain, and the Easter holidays, and my boring humdrum existence so I am running away.
Anyone want to join me? I'll meet you at Terminal One, at Heathrow at...oooh about midnight. I'll be the one dancing about in excitement at the thought of getting away from it all.
We'll just grab the first available flight to somewhere hot with deserted beaches, waiters bringing cocktails, and NO KIDS.
Anyone coming?