Not the Usual Story – 6

Having decided to give myself a special weekend, I booked into a spa.

I drove up, ready for my wonderful treatment. Oh yeah. To say I was bored would be kind. I was ready to start screaming by breakfast Saturday.

I left before lunch and with my ‘refund’ (I know there is no refund, but, considering my behaviour they paid me to leave). I wanted to go home, but what was the point?

Home to an empty house? No.

I turned around and went back a bit to a lake side motel I had passed. As it was out of season I had the run of the place and enjoyed my nature walks, sitting on the dock, the meals, even the boredom.

As I drove home on Sunday, the greatest moment was imagining how I would tell Bryan about the ‘disaster’.

This became the reason I went out on weekends, so I would have something to tell Bryan when I got home.