My husband...

... is the best!

I made a massive boo boo when I booked a break for us both in Miami.
By chance we looked at the apartment venue on Google Earth, and to my horror I realised I'd booked an apartment in Palm beach, not Miami beach! Only 70 miles between them!
That might not be too much of a problem, but we're going primarily because I am speaking at a conference in downtown Miami! So my husband in his usual laid back fashion has taken it all in his stride and agreed to hire a car and drive me down to Miami for the conference. What a star!