I’m saving up for a cruise. Not words I ever thought I’d write, but times change and we change with them if we’ve any sense at all.
And I suddenly got it. Not Covid – the point of cruises. Because what’s the worst part of going on holiday? It’s the goddamn admin, isn’t it? The research, the planning, the catering – if you’ve been daft enough to accumulate a family – to all tastes, finding and booking flights, accommodation, activities, planning daily itineraries.
This is surely the closest you are ever going to come to being relieved of all adult responsibilities. Especially if you do it my way and plan to save until the child goes away to university so you don’t have to take him with you, and then take to the high seas yourself at the beginning of every term. All of you meet up on terra firma for his holidays, then you’re off again. Oh, I can’t wait.I know – I know what you’re about to say. Floating hotel, floating home – but also, floating prison.