Travelling with your parents is something most of us reserve for our adolescent years. Being sentenced to shlep around Disneyland with your whingy little sister, when you’d much rather be at home snogging the face off rebellious girls.

I’ll keep this succinct (not usually an art I practise here). As bloggers, we are always told we must declare everything we receive. We must be open, and transparent. We must think for ourselves and feed off each other. We’re a billowing flock, smothering the Internet like starlings.