Relax? My hols are a time of pure fear

MY FOGOH – it’s like Fear Of Missing Out, but stands for only Fear Of Going On Holiday – is spiking.

EasyJet has emailed me to say my flight to Heraklion has already been delayed, plus I can’t park at Luton. Worse, Lowcostholidays went bellyup, blaming Brexit, stranding my son in Marrakech during a five-day minibreak he’d paid for by working in a bar and on a building site. Though his flights were safe, he had to pay for his accommodation all over again.

Along with an estimated 140,000 customers of the firm, he has been left badly out of pocket, even though he had travel insurance and paid by credit card. The sum total of his refund is shaping up to be seven quid.

So yes, I have heortophobia – an irrational fear of holidays. But in my experience of last week alone, there is nothing more rational than FOGOH. Never leave home without it!