Welcome to the good ship Utopia,’ Lauren sighed. When she’d planned a fortnight’s holiday on a cruise liner with her husband Chris and children Jack, 10, and Ellie, eight, she imagined days filled with excitement.
They’d leave behind the dreary, gloomy, drizzly UK and visit exotic destinations.
There would be a billion things to do on board – kids’ clubs, pools, sports, arcades, theatres, shows, adventure zones with zip lines and climbing walls.
Now, a week in, she’d need a shoehorn to get her kids out of the beds in their cabin next door.
In their own bed, her husband lay snoring. It was well past 8am too.
She sat in a chair by the door, her toes pressed into the carpet, poised for action.
Nothing’s happening! she thought. I…