At the beginning of summer Emma and I had a fight…
And for a few weeks now, men have been emailing in asking me the same question.
“So, who won the recycled farts feud – did you upgrade?”
Now in case you missed the email, let me first fill you in, and then I’ll tell you what happened next.
Back in July, I shared that we were ‘disagreeing’ about our summer holiday.
Namely about how to fly to the west coast of North America.
My view?
We’ve had a shit year family-wise.
We’ve had a good year business-wise.
… So, if you’re gonna spend 9 hours trapped in a metal tube, breathing in someone else’s farts, you might as well make it as enjoyable as possible…
… Let’s push the boat out and fly upper class.
Emma’s view on this was a hard no.
“Absolutely not.”
She said it would spoil Barney.
… Plus deep down, she feels guilty about being able to spend money like this ‘willy-nilly’ but that’s a story, for a therapist, another time.
Truth is, let’s be honest, Emma is right.
No 10 year should experience proper beds, real food, and metal cutlery on an aeroplane.
So what happened?
Well, we comprised.
Flying out, we did it Emma’s way.
We stuck to our guns.
… And it was just how you’d imagine:
- Cramped.
- Congested.
- Commotion.
Which I’m OK with.
It’s standard operating procedure when travelling as a family.
… And it got us to the Pacific Northwest – in one piece.
But we were tired, hungry and grumpy.
Anyway, and regardless, we had a good trip.
Caught up with old friends.
… Fished off the Pacific rim.
… And took Barney bungee jumping.
Which leads us to the way home.
When we did it my way.
Upgraded and flew Upper.
- Big beds.
- Good food.
- Peace and quiet.
Now it’s true, Barney was spoilt.
But here’s the thing…
So was I.
And so was Emma.
So this week, maybe the moral of the story is to compromise with your wife.
Or maybe it’s that I was right.
Either way, life is short so better make it sweet.
Until next time.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.
Charlie Hutton
