Right, so hands up, I dropped the ball on two occasions that almost made us miss our scheduled tour of the Vatican Museums. We were up and awake with plenty of time, sampling the wonderful pastries silently dropped into the shared kitchen by our hotel, Residenzia Belli Inn, when we thought we’d left with plenty of time.

In my infinite wisdom, I google mapped a route to “Vatican City” without registering the sheer size of the place, especially with it being the smallest state in the world. We arrived with plenty of time to spare at St Peters Square only to find our meeting point with City Wonders was on the other side of the Vatican (coincidentally, near the Vatican Museum entrance – who would have thought?).

With only a short amount of time to get around the perimeter before the tour was set to depart, we endured a very quick march in the early morning Roman heat to find our destination. Stress-levels through the roof and patience virtually nil, we found the group and immediately signed in with the tour guide.

Yet, acting in accordance with my Taurus star sign, I charged off like a bull in a china shop, following the rest of the group as they departed around the corner. It only became apparent when queueing to get into the Vatican Museum entrance that we had red City Wonders stickers and everybody else had grey. Lo and behold, the guide confirmed that we were in the wrong group and to wait for the follow-up group to arrive. After an anxious wait vividly scanning the faces coming through the security screens, likely with the face of a deranged maniac, I finally recognised our guide and duly retrieved our entrance tickets.