My two sisters and I took a family holiday with a difference. The resort turned out to be our childhood home in Stockton-on-Tees, and both our deceased parents joined us there to make up a party of five keen holiday-makers.

The house was very impressive. It was so tidy that you could see the carpet in every room! My father, however, was an embarrassment. His idea of fun was to bumble on and on about political scandals in Newcastle.