HAVING just returned from a few days at CenterParcs in Cumbria, I find myself pondering the mystery of politicians and where they choose to spend their holidays.
So first of all, let me make it absolutely clear: there were two excellent reasons for choosing to holiday in the UK: (1) Carolyn hates flying; and (2) the boys are way too young to appreciate a foreign holiday. Yes, we enjoy holidays in Blighty, and have spent more holiday time here than in any other part of the world. But there were no altruistic or worthy motives behind our decision. As soon as the boys are old enough and Carolyn gets over her fear of flying (or allows me to sedate her for the journey), we’ll be long-hauling somewhere sunny.
What I find distasteful are those politicians who make a big deal about how important it is to holiday in Britain, and parade for the cameras of a (presumably) news-starved media, only to get it over with as quickly as possible so they can get on with their much more luxurious (and lower profile) Mediterranean break.
PS. I wanted to call this post “A gentleman, a broad and two children”, which I thought was dead clever, but Carolyn didn’t.