Julie Jay: Much like fur gilets, nap times are a relic of the past

Both my husband and toddler are high-energy extroverts, while my idea of a dream holiday is sitting alone in a darkened room staring into space

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We are back from our Spanish holibobs and absolutely pooped. It’s only when you spend seven days in the company of your family you realise just how energetic the main characters are. Between Ted and Fred’s high-velocity lifestyles, my goal this week is to spend an hour alone in a darkened room, recovering from it all.

If you are one of the many Irish people we met in Spain, may I extend apologies for my daily levels of panic around the pool. Due to Ted being a surprise sprinter, without any warning whatsoever, he can go from standing beside you to suddenly standing by the deep end, ready to cannonball into the water. I spent most days repeatedly screaming, ‘Ted! No!’ and chasing him around the sun-loungers like something out of a Benny Hill film.