Awaycation

Sally, my wife, always wants to take me away somewhere. Another holiday or a weekend treat. Preferably abroad. It's as though such trips are an essential reward for surviving everyday life. The fantasy of the exotic provides a filip to get her through. Like a new dress or pair of shoes. But more expensive.

Now me, I like everyday life and I don't particularly like shopping. At least not for clothes. So I prefer to stay here. I pretend that my objections are to help save the planet. That we should be content with what we have and where we are. But we both know (and now you too) that it's just an excuse to bolster my case and stay put.

But I still say yes, most times, when she asks. Else she might stop asking.