On this holiday, I always knew the time. It was lunch time, or suncream time or flick sand in my face time. It was supper time or bath time or drink a mouthful of sea water time. It was be sick on your new holiday dress time or eat shells time or learn not only to walk but ACTUALLY RUN while on the edge of a cliff time.
Only when I got home and discovered it had been national 'Give Your Mum A Heart Attack Week' did everything fall into place. The week I booked a holiday an' all; sod's law isn't it?