I remember doing a fairly local city break when DD was tiny and my mum whining that she'd "always wanted to stay in that hotel" (a Premier Inn so nice but not wildly exciting). I was so annoyed because by that point they'd had 20 years of an annual month long, long haul holiday and could easily have gone on a city break if they'd wanted!
Has another shit DF visit. He was comatose but, somewhat worryingly, appeared to have put on weight so lord knows how long this is going to go on for, it's been more than 2 years in the home (he can't move, speak, toilet himself, see and I'm not sure how much he can hear).
It's so hard to sit and talk to someone who is asleep for most of the time and doesn't respond even if his eyes do open briefly. At one point he went through a phase of being distressed if he heard some songs so I worry about putting on music.