*nanaandgrampy*, sounds tempting OK but could you imagine the chaos not to say muck in the kitchen/bathroom/laundry basket/carpets/garden if those of us with poorly DH s weren't doing what we do?
Hell in a handcart doesn't come close.
One day in bed with flu a couple of years ago was all I could manage before the crashing downstairs , plaintive requests whether there was anything at all to eat the whimpering and resulting puddle on the carpet which resulted from him forgetting to let the dog out before he went across to neighbours., decided me that death was not immediately clear bent, or if so, preferable.
Ignore me, just grumpy at all these holidays, little places in Devon, even the meetup in Edimburgh that I couldn't go to, not actually bothered about long haul, Mexico, Caribbean or other far-flung places. Just fondly remembering Shropshire, Lake District, North Norfolk, Scotland and Somerset.