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An all-inclusive hotel. I don’t care where. It can be in the middle of Stockport in the middle of winter in the middle of the worst blizzard ever known: if it means no cooking, no cleaning, I’m in.
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I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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That’s sounds good to me.
I’ll just go tell Chloe and we can all go…lol
Good idea; much more fun, especially with you around
I’m with you there, Tilly. 99% of my holidays have been self-catering, either in varying degrees of camping or – more recently – in gites. I can only remember 1 fully-catered holiday which was a week’s cruise on the Canal de Midi, where I gained about 3 kilos!
Living in a hotel is another story – our first 6 weeks in Seychelles were spent in a 4* beachside hotel. Paradise at first, it quickly palled. Prison-fever soon set in, as we were surrounded in a 12 foot square room by our luggage of 2 years worth of household goods etc.
I had the same problem for eight months in a relative’s spare room but half the size and twice the luggage. Not fun, but certainly an experience. I’ve also experienced the luxury of a 5* hotel in Zimbabwe; five days only, but fabulous.
hmm – so long as the food’s good…
I’ve only been on one ‘all-inclusive’ holiday. Even the booze was included. For reasons that I won’t go into here, I ended up on my own in this wonderful hotel in Saint Lucia. Luckily for my liver, I was ‘adopted’ by three couples which was amazing, but I have to admit that the hotel still can’t have made any profit on me due to my excessive consumption of liquids. (It was hot, I was miserable, what else can I say?)
Okay, you either have to email me or blog about it; you can’t leave it at that.
…but I would miss my desk top computer. And, no, a netbook wouldn’t be comparable.
I’m with you on that one.
Sounds wonderful to me!
You don’t need a vacation . . . you need a househusband to do the cooking, cleaning, and tidying up!
No. You may NOT have mine.
Thanks! The one I’ve got is more than enough. Until he got sick he did his fair share around the house. In fact, we got back from honeymoon and he left me sleeping to late afternoon while he tackled our washing in an ancient twin tub we’d been given.
Excellent! Now, I’m off to comment on your post about Washing Machines.
Excellent that he tackled the washing. Not excellent that he got sick.