Last December there was a marital upset here on Mount Olympus which included a furious demand (from me) that We Go On Holiday ABROAD to which Tartarus reluctantly acquiesced.
So, it is now October and we have not been abroad. Tartarus has put the ball firmly in my half of the park - if I want to go abroad, I have to organise it myself.
I start looking at 10 days in Italy, only to find that in October direct flights to Italy are rarer than moments of lucidity for Donald Trump. Adding in flights to London AND accommodation in Italy soon sends the holiday spiralling up the pound signs.