Caroline O'Donoghue: Holidays with men versus holidays with women

Last week I went on holidays with a female friend, something you have to do at least once a year when you live with a man, to make sure you’re not going insane. 

I can’t tell you how much I treasure the 'woman holiday': rented apartments filled with stripped-out crisp packets, half-gorged tubs of hummus, and three-quarters-drunk bottles of mineral water that stand in every room like carved heads at Easter Island — pagan protection against the much-feared 4pm dehydration headache.