Immediately after I’d put away the red sunglasses and made an emotional commitment to black opaque tights, my parents announced that we’re going on a Family Holiday. Short notice. A package deal. Somewhere sunny.

You might think this a bit of poke in the eye for someone who recently and publicly declared their hatred for summer clothing, but I’m bearing up well. I’ve secured some leave, packed my bags, and survived a family wedding. I’m ready to go: my family, less so.

I haven’t had much time to blog this week. For this, loyal fans, I apologise. I’m taking a laptop with me and hope to be able to take some time to write.

There’s a possibility that my holiday will be so stress-free, I will have nothing to complain about. This will, of course, mean an end for D for Dalrymple, but is extremely unlikely.

I expect to return, slightly browner and significantly more angry, in one week.