Going anywhere on holiday? Yes, my actual house

I’ve just got back from my staycation which, if you don’t know the word, is basically a holiday at home. This year I’ve got about a million weddings and while the hens and the actual weddings have hijacked most of my weekends, my bank account has been haemmorhaging cash. There is no money in there. No money at all. I still needed a break though, so I booked two days off work to stay at home.

On the Friday night I ran home, locked the door, announced to my husband that I wouldn’t be setting foot outside the front door for four days and threw myself on the settee. As a man who likes to spend time on his own and works from home, he couldn’t have been more delighted…

Saturday morning I lay in bed and was overjoyed that I didn’t have to get on a train for four hours, check into a hotel and pile onto the official wedding coach. Instead I stayed there under a pile of cats, ever so happy, just because I could.

Over the weekend I did loads of things I haven’t had any time to do for the last five weeks. I sewed buttons back on things, cooked some proper meals (I made Sophie Conran’s chicken and mushroom pie – creamy comfort food stuffed peppers – easy, cheap and cheerful salmon fish cakes – really quick to make and Sophie Grigson’s strawberry cheesecake – worth the effort), covered myself in fake tan (for when it’s sunny – hah!), read a bit, watched a couple of films, gassed on the phone and properly relaxed.

Of course, I did leave the house a few times (well, the sales were on!) and I forced myself back into the gym for the first time in months, but I only did things I wanted to do, when I wanted to do them. No packing, security queues, planes, trains, lost luggage, screaming kids or dodgy tums – it was one of the best holidays I’ve ever had. So if you’ve got no cash and you need a rest, bribe the rellies to take the kids off your hands for a few days, book yourself a staycation, and relax.