‘Let’s go away for the weekend,’ I suggested. ‘Somewhere with a plunge pool, a Spa, delicous food, good wine.’
‘Where are you suggesting, Violet?’
A bit more enthusiasm would’ve been cool but I’ve got used to his cold unyielding ways.
‘I donno, there are lots of places, I’ll have a look, find something lovely, not too far. We can take books, read, do nothing, go for long walks, swim…’
Any time, look at your calendar, let’s go now, next weekend, whenever, soon…’
He was quiet for a while. Then…
‘You want to take books with?’
‘Yes. Imagine two full days without phones, no other people, just a book a day. You like reading don’t you?’
I knew I was pushing it. But still, a weekend away.
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Make the arrangements.’
I nearly fell off my chair. He’s never been so easy about anything.
‘But make it close to home. It should be environmentally friendly, self-sustainable, have an extra length king size bed with two duvets, non-allergic pillows, 800 thread cotton sheets, pocket sprung mattress, extra size bathtub and shower, thick decent towels, no children anywhere nearby, no cats, no horses, a bar fridge, single malt, the finest wine, complimentary cigars, crystal glasses…’
‘That’s it? That’s all?’ I asked.
‘Oh. And let’s take another woman with us,’ he said. ‘Let me know when you’ve booked.’
So much for easy.