So now it’s just the two of us, which is why we’ve decided to book a holiday to celebrate our last child leaving home and us becoming officially free agents. Nevertheless it still feels weird. What are we going to talk about for the whole weekend?
We know what we’re looking for: somewhere not too far – the last thing we want after a busy week is to faff around with airport queues and two-hour check-ins. It needs to have a good bath (for me: what’s a holiday without a wallow in the tub?) and a pub you can walk to (for him: the rugby’s on.) And it needs to be pet-friendly – we’re bringing our dog Spud, who since the kids left, has filled the gap to become our slightly indulged “third child”.
