STILL ME

Sun lotion – check. Flip flops – check. Bikini – check. Towel – check.

I ticked off the items on my packing list with a flurry as I neatly put them in my suitcase.

My husband, Jonny, 35, and our little boy, Isaac, three, were heading off on holiday to Majorca, Spain.

When we arrived, I couldn’t wait to relax for two weeks.

But not long into our break, I started to feel a bit funny.

We had spent the afternoon exploring an old town when I became suddenly disoriented and confused.

‘Are you OK?’ Jonny asked me, concerned.

‘I probably just need to drink some water and have a lie down,’ I assured him.

But later that night, back at the