Things have a habit of happening very quickly here.
We decide on the spur to do something and immediately go from first gear into overdrive to arrange things.
Last night we got talking about a holiday. I hadn’t been giving it much thought [but a lot of private dreaming] as I wasn’t sure how we would manage things what with wheelchairs and other mobility aids. Last night though we decided: come hell or high water we’ll give it a bash.
West Cork it is, and France can maybe wait a bit. The problem is that we now have different requirements. What we need is a self catering that allows a dog and has a ground floor bedroom and bathroom, with no steps in between. That is surprisingly hard to find as most places have upstairs bedrooms or bathrooms. Or else they don’t allow pets.
The place where we stayed in the past few years would be perfect but it has a few steps between the living room and the rest of the house. That would mean Herself would be stuck in the bedroom or would have to forgo a bed and a toilet. That would be fine by me but for some reason Herself objected.
We have found an ideal place in the same area and have been frantically writing emails back and forth to discover such trivial details as availability and cost. It’s not beside the sea and in fact is half way up a mountain which is fine by me.
It has one wee advantage over our previous place though which I haven’t mentioned to Herself, as she would no doubt raise objections.
It has wifi!