I know this has been said before, but there is definitely something erotic about the summer months. It’s hard to pin point why exactly. Maybe it’s the heat of the sun that gets under our skin and burns away any inhibitions we might have had.

Whilst on my holiday, I had plenty of time to dwell on this conundrum. It’s amazing how lying in the midday sun, slowly cooking, can fry your brain to the point where even the most innocent thing can send your brain into a lust fuelled fantasy.

I frequently found myself spinning erotic scenarios about the waiters who wandered around the poolside bar, with their tight black trousers and brilliant white shirts that complimented their dark looks so well. More than a few of them were unfeasibly handsome.

It’s a shame really. Had I been of the mind to, I probably could have indulged in all kinds of naughtiness. But instead I was forced to play ‘sharks’ in the pool with my kids instead! Damn them.

Note to self: next holiday will be two weeks in a hedonistic resort for ADULTS!