A husband who is not really enthused about a weekend getaway leaves a trail of clues, like breadcrumbs, hoping he will be able to find his way back to staying home.
Multiple questions over the last few days; "Where are we going again?", "Are we still planning on going?", "What are we going to be doing?", "When are we planning on going?".
Bearing in mind that this is a place we used to go to often, when we had a boat, in the summer time, this "amnesiac" approach is not gaining much ground with me. We even rented this same cabin one Thanksgiving and went with friends, so I know there is heat and all mod. cons.
When I left for work this morning Mr. Grumpy-Pants had returned to bed and put a pillow over his face. If he were a kid he would be running the end of the thermometer under the hot water tap before showing his mummy he has a fever and should not be sent to school.
If you hear an Amber Alert in California later today we may well be the cause. I am imagining a pathetic face peering out of the car window, holding a homemade "I've been kidnapped" sign - written in French, of course!
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