TWO weeks since our return from our summer holiday, and already it’s a distant memory.
We were lucky enough to spend a fortnight in a quiet corner of Thailand.
Too quiet for 13-year-old Isaac, who became bored very quickly.
We did our best to entertain him and find things for him to do, but after regular sessions of tai chi, archery and windsurfing we were exhausted, even if he wasn’t.
Sixteen- year-old Gabriel was only too happy to recover from the pressures and strains of his GCSEs by lounging in the sun.
He does lounging very well, almost as well as he does monosyllabic teenager.
Anyway, we all returned tanned and relaxed after our far-flung adventure.
The day after our return, I drove Isaac down to meet up with his grandparents in Scarborough, and the day after Gabriel left for a few days with his aunt in London.
Which meant the wife and I had a few days by ourselves, which was a lovely way to recover from our holiday.
I picked Isaac up from Scarborough on Saturday, and then on Sunday dropped him off at Sunderland station to get the Grand Central down to London for his own visit to his aunt.
Meanwhile, Gabriel was returning from the Smoke – God forbid they spent any time down there together.
By the end of this week, they’ll both be home, and they’ll still have more than three weeks before they return to school.
I’ve run out of ideas on how to keep them apart. I’m thinking about issuing boxing gloves and then just standing back.
THEIR separate trips to London showed how very different my boys are – and what a tolerant aunt they have.
Gabriel enjoyed an afternoon lecture on the Rosetta stone at the British Museum, tea at Fortnum and Mason’s and helped make a Moroccan tangine with his aunt.
Isaac shopped for toys at Selfridge’s, spent a day at the pictures and went to Burger King twice.
Their aunt swears blind she enjoyed each visit as much as the other.
Is that possible?
WE’RE already planning our summer holiday for next year.
After a break of several years, we’re hoping to return to America.
Gabriel will be 17 and has said it will be his last family holiday with us.
It’s all very sad, although my wife doesn’t seem in the least perturbed. She was mumbling something about ‘only one to go then.’ Not sure what she meant.
And I’m not sure Gabriel means what he says either. If he has any sense, he’ll wait to see where we’re going before counting himself out.