I don't get it. I was standing in the queue at the bureau de change at Marks and Sparks, waiting to change my pounds sterling for euros . . . and idly eavesdropping on the family getting served in front of me.
"So where are you off to then?" the guy behind the counter asked.
"We're off to New York. For a family wedding." the guy replied.
So I'm waiting for my euros. For my holiday in two days time to Spain. And I'm jealous of someone else going on holiday. I don't even know why! I don't even particularly want to go to New York - it's somewhere I want to go eventually, but it's not on my list of top destinations at the moment. I found myself looking around the rest of the people in the queue, wondering where they were all planning on going. And getting jealous of them too.
The grass is always greener, I guess . . .