Well, we decided that if we didn't get away for a few days then we would explode - through personal and work stress... so we booked in for three nights at Centre Parcs in the Lake District and paid not a small amount to spend three days in the Spa there - three days of sheer pampered bliss... :)
Friday: dropped the dog off at kennels :cry:, got there after lunch and had a lovely afternoon.
Saturday: am went ok. pm the spa got noisier with groups of people laughing and shouting - not against the law, but the spa is supposed to be a bit library-like - you whisper, you dont yell at someone sitting six feet away from you. Husband starts to get twitchy.
Sunday: Husband wakes up not speaking and wont get out of bed. Eventually get him to spa. am lovely. pm quite noisy again and Husband shouts at a group of people. Back to the room and the "6 year old on orange smarties" emerges. We go for a drink and he sits and lectures me about how busy I am, how tired I always am etc etc for 30 minutes. We go to the restaurant - which is disastrous. Husband has a roudy group sitting behind him who throw stuff and it ends up hitting him. He storms out. We end up havinga drink in another restaurant and there's a mix up with staff and we don't get served too quickly - Husband takes this as a personal sight and walks out. Back to the room and he wont speak - just lies in bed staring at the wall.
Monday: Husband wakes up a sobbing, shaking wreck. Home
If I ever mention the word HOLIDAY ever again will someone please tell me not to bother...
Friday: dropped the dog off at kennels :cry:, got there after lunch and had a lovely afternoon.
Saturday: am went ok. pm the spa got noisier with groups of people laughing and shouting - not against the law, but the spa is supposed to be a bit library-like - you whisper, you dont yell at someone sitting six feet away from you. Husband starts to get twitchy.
Sunday: Husband wakes up not speaking and wont get out of bed. Eventually get him to spa. am lovely. pm quite noisy again and Husband shouts at a group of people. Back to the room and the "6 year old on orange smarties" emerges. We go for a drink and he sits and lectures me about how busy I am, how tired I always am etc etc for 30 minutes. We go to the restaurant - which is disastrous. Husband has a roudy group sitting behind him who throw stuff and it ends up hitting him. He storms out. We end up havinga drink in another restaurant and there's a mix up with staff and we don't get served too quickly - Husband takes this as a personal sight and walks out. Back to the room and he wont speak - just lies in bed staring at the wall.
Monday: Husband wakes up a sobbing, shaking wreck. Home
If I ever mention the word HOLIDAY ever again will someone please tell me not to bother...
