Seriously, the few days I enjoyed in Scotland were an unexpected bonus thanks to Charlie's success in his hockey. This was the annual jaunt to Corfu that we enjoy as a family every August, and the thought of which makes the dark early mornings of winter bearable.
We head to Kalami on the picturesque north-east coast of the island, and catch up with friends who make a similar pilgrimage, many of whom we only see on holiday.
Two weeks of swimming, boating, socialising (I suppose I mean eating and drinking!) and general relaxing recharges my batteries in preparation for a busy autumn. With Rebecca hopefully heading off to university next month this may have been one of the last times we all travel together as a family. Although, she assures us that if an expenses-paid offer is made, she will always be happy to join us!
She celebrated her 18th birthday while we were away. We had a pool party with hot dogs and burgers and I made a huge chocolate brownie cake in a paella pan and decorated it with 18 sparklers donated by nearby Thomas's taverna.
Then the teenagers headed off to a 'foam' disco in the local town of Kassiopi. Don't ask – it's better not to know – but I believe there's a lot of washing-up liquid involved!! You can see Joe, Maddy and Sam in the photo with Bex (left/right).
I've also got a photo of the amazing privately-owned boat (ship?) that Peter Mandelson allegedly entertained on. It's moored near the Rothschild estate that is much written about in the gossip columns.
A friend of ours was on the same Easyjet flight out to Corfu as Lord Mandelson, but thankfully, without a country to run while the Prime Minister enjoys a break, we were all able to stay a little longer than he did.
Awaiting A-Level results
We took a ride over to the west coast one afternoon and stayed to eat in a stunning restaurant at the end of several miles of dirt track, powered only by a generator and with beautiful views out to sea and the setting sun.
But the sun has now set on my holiday and its back to reality. I'm writing this on Wednesday and probably by the time you read this we will know Rebecca's A-level results. These will determine what she does for the next six years of her life.
Two As and a B or better and she'll be off to London to study medicine. She's clutching a bottle of Rescue Remedy already! Many other parents will be feeling what I'm feeling at the moment – I'll cross my fingers for you if you do the same for me!
And the important thing to remember, of course, is that we should be proud of their efforts whatever the results and that things always work out one way or another, even if not exactly as planned.
So good luck, and I'll let you know.