Don’t remind me, my wife’s brother, and his wife, leaned heavily on my wife to get her and I to do a week in Gran Canaria with them in February.
The nearer it gets, the more I regret giving in, and agreeing to go.
He and I are like chalk and cheese with our preferences, my idea of a relaxing holiday is to sit in the sun, around a pool, or shade if it’s too hot, have a chat, or read a book, maybe stroll around a nearby town etc., glass of wine here and there, not interested in the beach, I’m not a beach person, but if going in a beach bar is the consensus, I’ll go in one.
In the evening, for dinner, I want a decent restaurant, with steaks, lobster, grilled fish and a decent wine list, my brother-in-law however wants first and foremost a TV, preferably showing Premier League football, ideally a menu of burgers and chips, and beer at €1 a glass.
My wife is pulled every which way, she’d prefer a place with tablecloths and a good Merlot, as I do, but feels that she has to sometimes lean toward her brother, and cajole me to go into a greasy spoon, and jockey for a table near the TV.
