I went away for six whole nights (I went for the days too, obviously, otherwise it would have been a logistical nightmare) and I took my little vlogging camera with me to document the trip. I’ve called the resulting video – wait for this, because it’s an absolute triumph of creativity and took all evening to come up with  – Gone For Six Nights.
Disclaimer: this is nothing at all like the film Gone In Sixty Seconds. I realise that both titles include “gone” and “six” but that is honestly where the similarity ends. I don’t think there are even any cars in my video – I go on about ten different train journeys and travel through Paris in a mini-van but high performance vehicles don’t make an appearance. There’s no sexy-time either, unless you’d include a clip of me wearing just a pair of disposable paper knickers. Potentially backwards, I never did get to the bottom (hoho) of which way around they were supposed to go. I’m sure my Clarins therapist got quite the fright when she went to turn me over!
Anyway, yes: it was necessary for me to leave the family residence for six days and six nights and I thought that I’d film my time away to record how I got on. As expected, I was relaxed to start off with, then tired because I was dashing about all over the place and then, from about halfway through, really really homesick. It’s a funny old thing, being a parent; you crave a few minut...