I wouldn't be fussed if I never went on a holiday again. Don't get me wrong, I'm incredibly grateful that I have the option but I just think they are such a faff. My husband loves them and I never enjoy myself....too many clothes, finding stuff to do (that's inevitably expensive)....maybe I'm a miserable cow! Just come back from a week away and I'm knackered and have loads of crap to unpack/wash/put away and a weeks worth of work to catch up on.
Anyone else not get what all the fuss is about?