However, I needed to go and pick up our holiday tickets for next week. Not yay!
So I prised daughter away from CBeebies, argued with her, finally got her out of the house, (okay, I bribed her with a gingerbread Sponge Bob Square Pants from the bakery if she went) and headed off into town.
I found a space in the Pay and Display, paid and displayed and marched daughter off to Thomas Cook.
There, on the door, was the notice
I've given up my morning off, wrestled and bribed a five year old, paid for the car park and you're sorry?
Not in a meeting.
So, being a brave, annoyed and time poor Working Mum, I knocked on the window. Thomas Cook man looked at me incredulously. I beckoned him over.
I very calmly explained my situation:
Don't Thomas Cook want customers anymore?