I don't want to go 'home' for Christmas. End of. I've had enough flying back and forth to the UK, and quite frankly, it's NOT a holiday, it's very stressful and I'd much rather keep out of it right now.
So booking flights and hotels is not a joyous occasion for me, and I'm putting up far too many barriers. Poor Mr P wants to book everything, but I keep throwing a spanner in the works.
For example, I don't want to fly BA. I hate them. They *** up every time. But their leg-room is bigger (apparently) in world traveller plus. I want to go with Continental because I like them, but business class is expensive, and I was just really lucky when I flew recently as I got 2 seats to myself on the way there, and 3 on the way back. Bliss.
No hotel I like is available (down South) and staying with Mum just really isn't an option this time round. I'm not sure who would end up without a head .. her, Mr P or my brother! Or perhaps I'd end up biting all 3 off?? Probably.
I don't want to Christmas shop. I really don't. I've already told 3 friends that this year we're only buying for the kids. Bah humbug indeed. I don't think they agree with me, but too scared to say different.
Mr P has suggested I stay here and he goes. That would go down really well, wouldn't it.
Can someone wave a magic wand and make it January for me. Please?
Whinge over. For now.