No doubt some of you will think that is where I deserve to be, although I, of course, will beg to differ. But after years of managing to put it off, my resistance has finally crumbled and today I find myself walking around Disneyland Paris. My only hope is that because my expectations are so low, I will be pleasantly surprised.
Readers will know that I frequently refer to my wife not only as the brains in the family, but also as Annie Dotal, because her evidence is invariably always right. Annie argued that if we didn’t take our two children to Disneyland, we’d probably have to fork out shed loads in 10 years’ time to pay for the counselling they would need to get over the fact that we were so obviously cruel parents. Could we, she asked me, run the risk of inducing mental trauma because we were the only parents who refused to go to Disneyland?
Much the same argument was used to persuade me to get Sky TV after my daughter said she was embarrassed by the fact that she was the only person in her class who didn’t have it, while my son was seriously peeved that he couldn’t watch live football.