I know I am not handling the stresses of life well when I start to fantasise about going away! I’m not talking about planning for annual leave or the occasional mini break. These things are all good and well to think about. I’m talking about the out of the blue dreaming and scheming of an unscheduled break that suddenly seems like the only way I will ever manage to carry on with all that life demands. 

Recently my daughter sent me a text while I was in a meeting at work. She’d dropped her children to school that morning and had been horrified by a t-shirt another parent was wearing – it had a large photo of a barely dressed woman on it.