AWAY WITH MY GROWN-UP KIDS

At Christmas, as my husband Erik and I pulled crackers over the turkey with our three grown-up children, Henry, 27, Matt, 24, and Lily, 19, I was filled with a warm glow of maternal love – and perhaps a little too much mulled wine.

‘It’s been so long since we spent time together as a family,’ I said nostalgically. Suddenly, inspiration struck and I had a brilliant idea - a week’s holiday in Devon during the summer - with all of us!

‘Are you paying?’ Henry asked.

‘Of course!’ ‘Then I’m in,’ he said. ‘I’m too broke to go