Tim Dowling: we’re off on holiday without the children. What could possibly go wrong?

My wife’s phone rings. It’s the youngest one. ‘Hi,’ she says. ‘How’s Italy? What do you mean, you don’t have any money?’

I am already in a mild panic when the doorbell rings at 6 o’clock. I open the front door to find Constance there.

“Hey, handsome,” she says. I turn round to look at my wife.

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