Three Go Mad In San Marco

To look at them running round St Mark's square, you wouldn't know the boys had all chorused "we don't want to go to Venice" that morning.

As a compromise, I took them swimming, and we went in the late afternoon. Although it was cooler, they were still pretty loopy and excitable - so rather than trying to go into any of the buildings, we herded them round the streets, trying to stop them falling into a canal. Had a drink in a cool bar and went for a pizza by La Fenice, where we realised the kids were all exhausted.

Looking back though, it's not the stressful moments I remember; perhaps holidays are best enjoyed in retrospect. Wonder what the boys will remember from Venice? The pigeons, probably.