I had to make a long trip and spend a week without my husband and kids. Just logistics - no dreadful reason. Have been surprised by the number of people who assume that travelling alone will be bliss, and time alone an unimaginable luxury.
No? My husband and children are my favourite people in the world, and I quite like spending time with them?
I mean, I'm not crumbling without them. It's fine, I'm pottering about happily. But I'm not swinging from the chandeliers in whooping celebration of their absence. It's more fun when they're here.