Hedging my bets

I've looked for a cheap 'Learn Yourself Greek' course online. You know - just in case the wife decides that our Mediterranean visit of choice should be Mykonos or something similar. I realise I am rather in danger of this 'holiday' thing becoming one of my obsessions. I spent far too long of my work day today looking at various AirBnB options throughout southern Europe, and ended up liking about 47 of them. It's really rather exciting to be able to take complete control of one's own affairs without going through the soul-shackling torment of holiday companies. Why pay one set fee for everything to be taken care of when you can have the joy of booking everything separately, thereby greatly increasing your chances of the whole thing falling apart just because one element of the trip gets held up by unforeseen circumstances? Why have the security of a big, established, experienced company behind you when you can take the risk of taking the responsibility on your own shoulders? Who needs a safety net? Especially when you're traveling abroad, with a baby?
So, yeah, I may be in one of my Rory Compulsion Cul-de-sacs. I may end up wasting several days and potentially lots of money on some foreign folly that will endanger my children and ruin the last few remaining bits of respect my poor wife has for me and my mental health. Or I might just ride this out and wait for it to fizzle into insignificance again and just read a bit of the French course I bought a decade ago. Which I've done before. Several times. Without getting much further than the verb 'etre'.
Anyway - I digress - I haven't told you about the meal last night.
It was lovely.

RC 28-2-24