Despite the anxiety-ridden nights, and their occasional ability to spill over into the day, it's only fair to point out that it's really rather lovely here. And that sitting on hot, white sand under a clear blue sky, listening to the waves break on the volcanic rocks and rattle them back down into the ocean, while playing games of great peril with a Giganotosaurus, a Liopleurodon and a Triceratops is actually a rather lovely way of spending a morning.
And sitting (on a purloined pool lounger) beside a 30cm deep pool while my LittleBear and a polyglot mixture of other boys and girls hurl themselves around in the water is quite a tranquil way to spend the afternoon.
And meandering around a room, picking this and that to eat without having to think about when to boil the pan for the vegetables, or how far in advance to turn the oven on, or whether the knife I want is actually clean, is genuinely relaxing. Not having to wash up afterwards is even more relaxing.
So if anyone got the impression I'm not managing to enjoy this holiday at all, I apologise. During the day I do (mostly) manage to live in the moment, and to enjoy those moments.