Hiya!
So after topping weekend on the excitement scale I was more than happy to have a relaxing and chilled out weekend at home with nothing more to worry about than when was an appropriate time to get out of my pyjamas and get dressed for the day.
On Saturday it would have appeared to be about ten-minutes before I was due to pick Mr. Warehouse up from work. For one reason or another Mr Warehouse had decided that he would want to work some overtime the last few weekends in a row in order to save up some more spending money for our holiday to Tenerife at the end of August. I have never normally being anxious about going on holiday simply because I have always booked a budget-budget trip with cheap, low-cost flights and a very basic hotel with three-stars being considered 'pushing the boat out'. Well at least when Miss Tweedle-Dee, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I go on holiday anyway. But we are happy with our stupidly inexpensive budget for a holiday and even pride ourselves on the fact that we are able to bag a holiday in most circumstances for under three-hundred quid. I remember one year I think we even hit under the two-hundred mark, although that was Kavos and it was outside of normal holiday season in mid-October.
With all my work colleagues making plans for luxurious four and five star holidays in gorgeous beach-side resorts in exotic and far off land's, I feel like I should have just booked the time off and bagged myself a cheap last-minute luxury deal. Instead I hold my hands up that Mr. Warehouse and I booked far too much in advance that savings were far and few between. Our flights alone to Tenerife South Airport worth over two-hundred pounds. Our hotel makes up a large majority of our holiday total budget, and although we are spending roughly six-hundred in total together on the getaway alone, not including any spending money, I do wonder that if we had left it last minute and booked something a week or two before we were due to leave if we maybe would have got a better deal, potentially even getting some more bang for our Buck.
Earlier last week there was a sale on at a well-known website called Ryanair. £9.99 for a flight. Did I booked one though. No I didn't. I chickened out at the last minute thinking that they won't go up that much in price after the sale. But oh how horrifyingly wrong I was. The prices for flights not only doubled or tripled in some cases, especially for the dates that we were looking for which was late November and early December, just in time for some Christmas market shopping and hot Gluhwein with a side of Gingerbread. I have been so depressed and upset with myself for not booking somewhere. I new that I should have taken the plunge with a visit to somewhere like Sofia in Bulgaria or somewhere in Poland. Cheap flights at the time and with hotels of four and five star quality for a three-star and less price, I really struggled to see what benefits there are in staying in the UK for a Pre-Christmas break. Granted we wouldn't need to ask anyone to look after our dear pooch, and instead could take her with us wherever we may choose to go. However back to the more crucial point of money - For the same cost as it would be to get a cottage or Airbnb property in the UK that would accommodate dogs and isn't too much of a long drive for me, Mr. Warehouse and I could fly out to Europe somewhere and have a gorgeous little break away without breaking the bank including plush hotel rooms with on-site spas and views to rival that of most cities in England.
Gutted as I may be I am sure that there will be another flight sale from Ryanair or maybe even another airline somewhere in the future between now and when we are looking to go. The hotel is the cheapest and easiest thing to book for us since we already have a vast amount of Clubcard points from Tesco's that we would like to use on a hotel room stay. The more I think about it the more I am surprised that Mr. Warehouse even allowed me to think about booking another holiday before going to Tenerife. I suppose the law of hot chocolate and posh hotel room service may have swayed his mind slightly. Regardless though of where we end up spending our few last annual leave dates before the end of the year, I am sure that we will both make the most of it and enjoy the quality time that we have together, whether it be in a spa in the middle of Budapest, or in a little glamping Lodge down in the Cotswolds.
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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