Travels with my father By Jonathan Gregson
Published: July 29 2006 03:00

When fellow guests at dinner parties start competing over "horror stories" about their family holidays, I generally stay quiet. Whatever they come up with, I know I can trump them. Because every year since 1993 I have gone on holiday with my father. And even though he is now 94, there are no signs of his wishing to discontinue the practice.

This means that I have had to become a one-man travel agency: sorting out flights, ensuring that airport staff have arranged for an electric buggy to sail effortlessly to our departure gate, booking hotels (ground floor or with lift only) and car rentals. Then, on arrival, I combine the duties of local rep, taxi driver, bell-boy, concierge, and cultural guide. Or, if we've booked into a villa, quartermaster, sommelier, sous-chef (my wife does the fancy bits) and occasional plumber/electrician.

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Source: Financial Times
https://www.ft.com/cms/s/b99602fe-1e18-11db-9877-0000779e2340.html

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