Today I said to Mum I’m so bored with the town here I want to go somewhere else for a while.
“Where?” she asked.
“Anywhere but London.”
“Of course, NOT London!” (glares at me as though to say “that wasn’t even on the menu.”)
“We could take the train to Xxx…” she suggested.
“I don’t like trains.”
I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere, then…