Our staycation cat-loving lodger is going to the dogs

OUR holiday sounds quite fancy — the south of France — until you add ‘in a tent’.

And when I say ‘in a tent’ I mean ‘at least I hope in a tent’.

In terms of holiday disorganisation, I have surpassed myself — all that is certain is a patch of campsite and an EasyJet ticket. If our friends, travelling in the same direction in various camper vans, have forgotten their spare tents for us to sleep in, the children and I will be experiencing the great outdoors at its most literal. As back up, I’m bringing a hammock and hoping it doesn’t rain.