Kind of lighthearted, but today myself and DP took ourselves out for an expensive meal as we’d a couple of overdue events to celebrate, and we had the fizzy stuff and the fine food and the wine and the banter with the waiter but at one point it occurred to me that it was all quite exhausting and I would be far more contented (and a couple of hundred quid richer) if I was at home with the fire lit.
Not exactly a groundbreaking realisation, I know, but if you like your own home isn’t it much nicer to be there than out?