The teenager’s preferred activity when on holiday…. In order to encourage our son, Rory, to get his body out from under the duvet, we try and lure him with the delights of the hotel...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – typical teenager?
Bored teenager at the Ishtar Gate. “Yeah…whatever…s’alright” A day of culture for the family today and already teenage son, Rory, is pulling a face. Gone are the days when we could take him to...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – Rain at the Reichstag
It’s raining. That persistent drizzle, not heavy enough for an umbrella but the sort that leaves your hair frizzy and your demeanour miserable. I’m not good with rain. I’m not that good with cold...
Mum’s Gone to Berlin – coffee and keycards
Marx, Engels and Husband! 20 years after the fall of the Berlin wall seems a fitting time to visit the city and encourage a sense of history in our teenage son. Mind you, bargain...
Mum’s Gone to Italy – Looky looky
The pretty town of Lazise Despite the heat I am keen to see more of the other towns on the lake. We could get a local bus or try the ferry: the problem seems...
Mum’s Gone to Italy – Bardolino Nights
The contestants in the Miss Italy regional final (now where am I!?) The days in Bardolino are lazy and fairly uneventful but as the sun set over the Dolomites and the wine loosens our...
Mum’s Gone to Italy – Lazing by the Lake
The thing about self-catering apartments is that because you have the facility to fend for yourself, there is an urge to do just that. Despite the fact that the hotel has a lovely restaurant...
Mum’s gone to Italy – Lake Garda – Tellytubbyland
This year’s summer holiday caused a bit of disagreement in the Burgess household. I was adamant I didn’t want the adrenalin hit of Iceland in 2007 nor the satnav frustrations of the fly-drive round...