Esther O’Moore Donohoe: I’m only just back from my holidays, give me a break

A first proper holiday in years prompts a desire to undergo some long overdue personal self-improvement . . . but frankly, it can wait for now

I’m home a week now, fully rested and boasting a gentle tan/irreversible sun damage, and there is absolutely nothing stopping me from starting my new and fizzy life

In March 2020, I was meant to be living my best life in New York City, prancing hither and thither like a young Gloria Vanderbilt. The Airbnb was booked. The flights were secured months in advance. The smug Instagram captions were already starting to percolate in the back of my mind.

And just like that . . . well, my American dream was over. Instead of walking the High Line in Manhattan, I was queuing ...