DH has suddenly decided we should go to France on Monday. Young teen DD was extremely excited by this.
I'm not. I'm really pissed off and now everyone is upset.
Several reasons;
I'm tired, really, really tired, can't find the energy to do anything.
I'm on the 2WW referral path and the hospital is phoning me on Friday, I will need further tests (though will not consent to doing them at Christmas).
I have a bad ankle and walk with crutches. Something has now happened to the knee on the same leg (definitely not strained, this leg is thinner than the other due to not being used much), the other knee is always a bit painful from over use, but this is swollen, painful above and below and keeps giving way.
I've got the Christmas grocery shop arriving on Monday. Sure they could go off to France this day, but if the shop has things missing (which happens every year), then it will mean a dash to pick up alternatives.
Plus I don't want to. I hate crowds, I can't imagine Carrefour in Calais is going to be quiet, it's bad enough in August.
It's also going to be dark early.
I'm a grump. All for spontaneity, but not two days before Christmas.