For an under-bonused, over-stressed banking-monkey with a long commute is there anything more tantalising than the offer of unpaid leave?
Two weeks extra leave in 2009 we can have, if we want it; the credit-crunch ill wind blows some good after all. Two weeks! What's not to like?
Except that, ah yes, for a moment I forgot, it's unpaid leave.
So, I could have the whole of August off (hurray!) but with no money to spend (boo).
What to do? Hang out at home? Except everyone knows that it's impossible for a family of five to enjoy themselves in London for less than £200 a day. Could we enjoy ourselves in Paris for less?
The world is our whelk.