He had a bad back, our holiday to Naples had been cancelled and we decided to stay in with a Chinese takeaway. While my hands were covered in grease, his were sweaty with nerves
I don’t go on many holidays. As a freelance journalist, I’m always paranoid about being forgotten by the time I’ve set up my out-of-office. But in late 2019, I figured I would run that risk. I booked a trip to Naples with my boyfriend, Ben. We found an Airbnb, planned a trip to one of the nearby islands and meticulously mapped out all the best pizza restaurants within a 20-mile radius.
A week or so before we were due to leave, however, Ben put his back out. A last-ditch attempt to snap it back into shape via a trained professional only made things much, much worse. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to leave the house, let alone the country.
