Our gubmint wants us to travel as little as possible.
Stay at home, they cry. Only make essential journeys, they plead.
And then with a logic that is utterly baffling they tell us to take holidays.
They have introduced a scheme whereby we are encouraged to holiday in Ireland and then claim tax relief on the cost [excluding booze and presumably fags?]. Quite how we are to holiday while staying at home baffles my ageing grey cells and gives me a headache.
The worst part though is that they insist on using that bastard word “staycation”. To my ears that word is like a nail being dragged across a sheet of glass. It is an abomination and a torture of the language. Unfortunately people seem to think it’s a cute or clever word. It isn’t. It’s an amalgam of “stay” and “vacation” which in itself is an Americanism and should remain on the far side of the Atlantic where it belongs. We go on holidays here and not vacations.
The concept of a tax relief on a holiday sounds fine. It does have some hidden traps though. For a start, it can only be claimed if the place where you are staying is registered for the scheme. They say there’s a list of locations but I can’t find it. Then there is the small matter of the summer being over. Personally I don’t fancy a holiday in October or November in some gaff where the prices have been hiked through the roof to try and make up the shortfall in revenue. And wherever you go, you’ll doubtless be obliged to wear face nappies all the time, observe “social distancing” and be served by staff wearing plastic headgear that makes them look like amateur welders. Not my idea of a holiday.
They can keep their tax relief thanks.
And they can stuff “staycation” where the sun don’t shine.