DH is a high earner, we go on holidays, he spends three days coming down from life in the city, we used to roll our eyes at people who returned every year to the same spot, we found a place, we succumbed to the normality of it, and regularity of it, we love it.
Point being, I am now truly struggling to even visualise my most favourite of places, we have one booked and it is extremely to happen, and I am failing to talk myself through the trip from the airport to our happy place.
IN ESSENCE is your lockdown memory failing you re regular pre CV19 haunts....?