Usually at this time of year I think about escaping to some fragrant, welcoming paradise where I don't have to look like a Michelin woman every time I step out the front door. But alas, with our Prime Minister now insisting we are to be X-rayed at airports (and perhaps more than once per trip), I think I'll stay in the comfort of my own home.
One year I decided I'd be patriotic and had a break in Scotland in a February, but it was the most miserable experience (with the exception of a holiday in Turkey in the early 70s), that I've ever had. The heating in the hotel was non-existent and other guests had been fleeter of foot in claiming the few electric heaters available. The bedding felt damp, the carpet felt damp and I'm sure if I'd touched the wallpaper it too would have been damp. Fortunately there was always hot water and I was able to have two or three baths a day to revive my goose-pimpled skin.
The roaring fires advertised in the brochure did exist, but I never managed to get near enough to even hear one whisper far less roar. Other residents always seemed to be huddled round them like bunches of bananas in colourful fleeces.
It's good to feel pampered once in a while isn't it. The past week or so I've been considering pampering myself on a regular basis instead of splashing out on a short holiday. The sound of a bed which gives me a warm massage, raises my legs if they're tired, sits me up to just the right height to read and gently pours me out in the morning, (after another massage if desired), sounds just the ticket. Don't anyone dare comment that such luxury is only for the elderly!
One problem I'm finding browsing 'adjustable beds' is that so few companies offer the opportunity to try before I buy. Some offer the unsettling comment 'an experienced salesman will call to discuss your requirements'. These businesses were the first to be crossed off the list because we all know the pitfalls of pushy salesmen. A local reputable furnishing shop advertised a well known adjustable bed and it looked a reasonable deal in the catalogue. When I visited the shop just before Christmas I discovered the price was for the bed shell and the mattress was extra - a great deal extra and well out of my budget range.
So it's back to searching for a quality lift-me-up, lay-me-down piece of equipment on which to rest my weary bones. Or should I grit my teeth and submit to lengthy airport security, which many feel is superficial, for a few expensive days in the sun?