After reading about Lanzarote's undiscovered gems - well, not totally undiscovered obviously - we thought we'd have a look at hotels there. After a great deal of research Husband got it down to three and I was called in to pick one. You know what it's like: each one has its good and bad points. My selection's top top point was the fact that it was practically next to this huge and untouristy beach. (I can't imagine that it will stay unspoiled for long.)
We settled for a week in September. And then the problems started.
First of all our flight dates clashed with two of wales' fixtures in the World Cup. 'Can't we go later?'
'There's rugby on for several weeks after that.'
'Yes, but Wales won't be in it for long ...'
At last I submitted and Husband went to book. Next problem: the site went down. Okay, try again later. He tried again later and found that paying by credit card involved a £31 surcharge. He gave up.
Then he woke up in the night with a sunburned head and thought, 'I don't like the sun so much any more; I don't want to go anywhere too hot. And it's all inclusive so we'll eat too much.'
So he's now looking at holidays for January. And I'm saying, 'I'd quite like a nice quiet week walking, eating and reading in west Wales, round about my birthday time in November.'
Watch this space for the next gripping instalment of 'Holidays 2011'!