Yesterday evening my ex A and I discussed in a reasonable manner the way we were going to transport our son to Irish summer camp. The distance is negligible for many living in other countries but it is over a bank holiday august weekend and over hellish terrain. I wanted us to share the driving, I could drive down and he could drive back. He did not think this was a good idea and wanted us to get the train or the bus. I checked this out. It does not work as the times for return trains do not fit with the schedule of dropping Patrick off. I rang him and yes once again I have been left with the entire financial responsibility of ensuring that this happens. But this time I asked my HP for help. Looking online found a miracle offer on a 5 star hotel, will drive down on Sunday, stay overnight ALONE, and drive back on Monday. I am looking forward to it already. Detaching has its benefits. When I say this hotel is nice, I am not kidding, sorry to make you all sick but it has a spa, health room, meditation room and is in a fab setting. Ex has agreed to look after the dog and cat, and while I went into fantasy land for five minutes thinking how nice it would be to have someone to share my break with, I have just realised how nice it might be to please myself for once.