Hubby hasn’t had a holiday in over 10 years.
I know this because, not only am I his wife, but the last holiday we took together was when Maggie’s predecessor was alive and we went camping, so this would have been sometime between 2002 and 2005.
We can’t count the day trip across to Cherbourg, and somehow we never got round to visiting our friend in Bristol as the journey from Lincolnshire was just too much for us at the time, though he did come to stay with us a few times.
As for being invited to go and stay Down South, Pah! Dream on.
I on the other hand, had a dream holiday in 2010 to New Zealand when I went to visit my brother for 2 months.
We pushed the boat out and used some of my pension money to send me First Class, and I was treated like a Queen. Champagne shortly after take off, real cutlery and china, linen napkins and a gourmet menu, not to mention a personal entertainment centre and a PROPER BED.
Well, it was only going to be once, so we made the most of it (plus I got a discount from my old firm as I am a Retiree of the company).
Hubby has a friend in Czechoslovakia he has always wanted to visit.
We had hoped to go together, driving over and taking in the sights then spending a week with his friend. We even got Maggie her Passport, but we never seemed to have enough money for the trip (2013 was a bad year for us), and then this year the sale of the house fiasco started.
Now that we are settled, we have decided that now is the time for him to go.
Not that I have any worries about being on the boat by myself.
After all, it’s not as if I have to drive it anywhere, and I’ll have the dog for company.
I’ll have a car for transport if I want to go anywhere and I can make a start on my Christmas cards.
Hubby however isn’t happy about me being on my own for too long, so has agreed to go for three days.
He’s not a spring chicken anymore (love you Hunnie) and speed is not exactly his forte most days, so it should come as no surprise that I was a ‘little concerned’ about his trip, especially the more he looked into getting there.
It has been quite an eye opener trying to arrange things via the internet, and the small print is a killer, in some instances almost doubling the cost of the flight itself, especially if you want to take luggage!
Add to that on the cheaper flights, there is a distinct possibility that he could be transferred to another airline to make up a ‘full load’ and as such, his return trip could deposit him anywhere in the UK except where he left from! It is also in the small print that should such an event actually occur, it is his responsibility (and cost) to get himself back to where he originally started.
So, he looked into going by train.
Not to be put off, Eurostar got the investigative treatment next.
First of all we had to get him to London to go to Brussels and there on an overnight train to Prague.
That sounded hopeful, until you took into account the time he would have to leave to set the ball rolling, how long he would have to wait for the necessary connections and you can guarantee something would be running late to knock everything out of kilter.
What about a ferry?
Looked into this too, and again it was time, connections and getting to places of departure.
So, we decided to book him through a bone fide travel agent, and made enquiries when we went into one of the larger towns (sadly because I won’t be travelling with him, he can’t get any discount).
The dates he wants are available.
The cost is reasonable (in other words, we will afford it).
He will have at least 2 full days (3 nights) with his friend.
He will fly from, and return to, Heathrow.
Hubby is now in possession of his ticket, insurance documents, and his car park reservation.
On Monday, we will get him some currency for spending money.
He’s excited about the prospect of going.