Friday, 4 March 2011
Now that's what I call a bargain
This blog is not meant to be in any way constructive, but I'm nothing if not a giver (with germs my speciality at the present time owing to a man cold).
So, here goes.
Vanessa's dad is heading off to Egypt tomorrow with five blokey mates for a week's trek through the desert. I've no idea what the purpose is, but the nights apparently involve sleeping under the stars minus a tent. Each to their own.
The wife of one of his pals - facing the prospect of seven days of destitution - decided out of curiosity to see what the prices would be like to join her husband on the flight to Sharm el Sheikh, which is now officially safe.
And she liked what she discovered.
So, she went a step further and checked out some hotel offers.
The long and the short of it is that she is now on the same flight as hubby tomorrow afternoon. And, when she gets to The Promised Land, she has a week of solo five star hotel luxury ahead of her.
Total bill for the trip?
If you can, you should.
(Needless to say we can't).