YOU know the feeling, you return to work after a 14-day holiday of sun, sea and sand and your heart sinks the minute you see how many e-mails are awaiting your attention even though you left an 'out of office' message.

But I'm determined that my chilled out mood will last ... well at least until Wednesday!

Although I might get withdrawal symptoms for a g&t by midday.

A great holiday in Sicily was only marred by an awful airport fiasco.

Catania airport must be the most disorganised in Europe.

It took an hour to check in and of course we did it in true British style with a smile and laugh with our fellow passengers.

Then going through security checks took another hour and a half.

We joined the endless queue - us Brits are good at queuing.

But some people - and most of them seemed to be Italians - decided to jump the queue, ducking under the barriers.

Well that's where it all went horribly wrong.

Tempers were frayed and it was almost fisticuffs!

I stood my ground and manged to repel three of the enemy.

I didn't realise I could swear in Italian - it's amazing what you can learn in a short time!

By the time most passengers bound for Manchester reached the plane we had missed our flight slot.

Then when we did eventually take off, we had to endure a family that would make the Gallaghers from Shameless look sophisticated.

If I ever win the Lottery, it will be first class travel all the way.