I'm going to cry...

Sep 08, 2008 13:45

Literally dozens upon dozens of calls, and nothing in Whitby for the Gothic Weekend.

The nearest B&B we can get is in *Sleights*.

I've been offered large, ergo very expensive houses in Newholm, Dunsley, Robin Hood's Bay, Hawkser - all about an hour's walk from Whitby.

I leapt with joy when we were offered something (VERY expensive though) in Ruswarp, which is 1.5 miles away, and walkable..... but Brian won't let me book it. He's adamant we're going to get something IN Whitby.

We are NOT going to get anything in Whitby. It is simply not going to happen. Brian thinks the Magic Accomodation Fairy is going to appear and wave her wand; that is really not going to occur.

The exact words from the Whitby Tourist board when I said I had been offered something in Ruswarp was "Snap it up straight away". But Brian says no it has to be Whitby or nothing.....

We are going to end up NOT going to the Whitby Gothic Weekend.

I can't believe this has happened to us twice. I book over six months in advance EVERY SINGLE TIME, I *NEVER* leave it till the last minute, God must really hate me.

And I'm UTTERLY pissed off. Brian promised me this morning he'd be happy with anything I found; then did nothing but turn down EVERY SINGLE (admittedly, lousy) OPTION I phoned him up with. I don't think he REALISES that every single lousy, too expensive, too far out etc lead I rang him with took ME about six calls to get...... but he's not willing to do it himself, he says he can't use the phone at his work, so I have to sort something for us.

I really feel sick and so fed up I could weep.

I'm reaching the stage I just don't want to go now. Well, hey, there's a Magic Wish a fairy might well be able to wave her wand and make happen.
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