I have been back from Croatia for two days. The tan is fading, the cuts on my shin are scabbing, and I am sitting on my friends’ couch in Hammersmith trying to work out the kindest possible way to write down what was — by some considerable distance — the worst holiday of my life. A bit of context, because the post will not make sense without it: Josh and I split up in June. I will write properly about that another time, because it deserves more than a paragraph and I am not y