Am I the only person who finds it impossible to enjoy going on holiday?

Even in the ‘old normal’ times, when you could jet anywhere in the world without having a PCR test, the annual decision of where to go for the time of our lives was something I dreaded, writes Jenny Eclair

Give me a break: there’s too much pressure to have ‘the time of your life’ (Getty)

I am not even looking at the travelling abroad regulations – they seem to change daily, flickering like a dodgy set of traffic lights between red, amber and green. Just when you think, “Ooh I could go to X”, you realise that –actually – X won’t let you in.

Of course I’d like to get away! The recent weather has been biblical in London, demanding electric lighting during the day and a fire every night; and considering I’ve recently been pumped with a second dose of AstraZeneca, you’d think I’d be desperately seeking my paradise break, wouldn’t you?

Yet sadly, with a new tour (fingers crossed) on the horizon, my summer is destined to be spent doing try-out spots in venues across London; where – along with thousands of other performers – I will be frantically trying to locate my comedy muscles under the layers of lockdown-induced non-performing flab.