I have no desire to travel and never have had. When my husband was alive, he wanted to holiday abroad to get right away from work but, for me, with our three children in tow, it was just transferring the daily grind to a foreign place. I felt trapped. I certainly put my foot down and refused to go self-catering after the first time. I would count the days till the mid point, celebrate that "we'd broken the back of it" and count down until the day we were 'allowed' to go home. The children would bicker and fight because they were thrown together without their own things and their own space. A stressful time was had by all.
Now I'm perfectly content to stay here in the UK. I go where I please, when I please. I don't have to endure being away until the day and hour that the plane will fetch me home.
Good Morning Friday 24th April 2026




