Husband suggested some time ago that we visited the Isle of Wight. Good idea, I agreed. I went there in 1974 with a load of fourth year junior children from the East End. I thought it a pleasant place, with beaches, interesting Roman ruins, and things to do with the children. I can't remember where we stayed - probably some convent. So husband booked.
He booked a Youth Hostel. I know he's retired so got less income now.
He's booked a family room. Oh! OK, then.
He's booked in the school holiday. Why? We don't have to go at expensive times any more. Because he's bringing his grand children. He's told their mother - not me.
Good job they're great children, so I can look forward to a holiday with them.
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