My holiday from hell: my teenage daughter was drunk – and we had a 12-hour car journey to get through

The five of us were supposed to leave for Cornwall at 9am. But it was noon before we set off and past midnight when we arrived. No wonder two of the family left the next morning It was a last-minute May half-term break. We knew the cottage, lent to us by a relative, would be a squeeze for my husband, three teenage daughters and me. “But hey,” I told my unconvinced gang, “it’s near the beach – we’ll hardly be inside anyway.” One daughter had a party the night before; she promised to be home by...

By Joanna Moorhead