Most of you know this pet hate of mine. My kids hear it every time we travel. Sandy can recite it by heart. It’s come from living as an ex-pat. We arrive at a decent hotel and for some reason children think the foyer of a normally serene and comforting hotel is an adventure playground. They start running around, screaming with laughter. I HATE IT!!! My kids know better than to do it. I simply can’t fathom why parents allow it. I travel a lot and usually have the good fortune to stay in good pubs. My biggest fear is arriving after a long flight, grumpy as all get out and being confronted by spoilt brats, running around. It is one of the few times I support infanticide.
(To be continued)