My reply was upbeat: “It’s easy and actually quite fun”.
I spoke too soon. By Day 10, all three of us were struggling. I was feeling claustrophobic, my wife was anxious and our 10-month-old son Aidan had lost his spark.
“He’s not the same,” my wife said with a worried expression, as she stroked his hair in one of our adjoining rooms at the Westin Hotel Perth.
Aidan had gradually become crankier and less energetic since we departed Ireland last summer - where my wife and I have lived on and off for the past five years - for Western Australia, where I was born and raised by Irish parents.