Well, sure enough, skiing was a great adventure. I had my tyrannical moments of course - like when Fred wanted to call it a day after one hour on the slopes so he could go back to the hotel and listen to CDs - but by and large, I made it a holiday about him.
A couple of months before, I'd decided I couldn't afford for Fred and I to go skiing this year. Then my dear friend Neil invited me to go skiing with him. When Fred's mum said to me 'That's rather selfish, isn't it? To go yourself but not with Fred?' I confess a nerve was touched. So I ended up finding the money and the sufficently cheap holidays to go on.
What I ended up with was a lot of freedom to do purely what Fred wanted to do on holiday, since I could do my own thing with Neil, and guess what? I enjoyed skiing with Fred way more than either of the previous times I've been skiing with him.
The thing is, all that was different was that I wasn't carrying around the idea that Fred was a chore or a restriction. I wasn't wearing responsibility as a burden, but as an adventure in itself. One which we were on together. It was that togetherness that really made it special, for both of us.
It seems looking after Number One has benefits for the other numbers too.
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