The day was shortened by the late wake up, which was more lunchtime than morning. I unpacked and went downstairs to the pool with my book - a combination of the history of and scripts of the TV series "Porridge". Though I read the book very hard, I didn't manage to finish ploughing through the often repetitive "inside story" of the show. They had done a lot of research and managed to cobble together lots of words about the programme. If only they'd managed to edit it to the interesting bits and avoid the regular repetition of random facts, it might have read easier.

My brother came for lunch by the pool, which is where I sat reading for the afternoon. In the evening we went to his place for an evening meal, which was shared with a friend of his. Good food, good company. Not much else to say.

Going on holiday doesn't have to come with the pressure to do something. You need time to unwind. I was unwinding.

As a bizarre aside, I was asked over dinner, by my mother, if I had "Sampled any of the produce in Amsterdam", which is as good a way of saying "So, did you get stoned, then?" as any. No. You do not turn up to family holidays stoned.

That's a fact.