My wife has granted me leave to have a weekend away without her and the kids. The last time we had a holiday was about four years ago when my oldest son had just turned one, and that involved a car full of kit just to sustain a small child for a couple of weeks. Now I'm sat here trying to remember what it was like back in the days of simple holidays and what I'll need to take. My rucksack is empty and needs dusting, my fishing gear is all up in the loft somewhere and I'm not even sure how I'm going to wake myself up in the morning without a couple of small children jumping up and down on my groin. I'm torn between spending the whole weekend sleeping and appreciating the silence, or making full use of the time and walking for miles without having to go at a toddler's pace and stopping for ten minutes every time we see a sheep or cow. Two precious days of freedom, and probably a heavy price to pay when my wife calls in the favour afterward.
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