HELP!
I've been afflicted with a terrible disorder.
It's interfering with my life.
Robbing me of my sleep.
Doing away with my appetite.
Making me question my sanity.
I'm watching the prices fall on airfares. $539 return to London. It's fallen $15 dollars since Monday and $49 since Friday.
I'm obsessed with it and have put off buying a ticket.
I'm like Ebenezer Scrouge here.
Ebenezer Scrouge and Hamlet, a combination of the two. A Victorian miser and a Danish prince who may or may not have been insane but certainly couldn't make up his mind.
This is no good my friends. No good.
Do I bite the bullet and just buy the darn ticket, falling prices be damned?
Do I fly into Gatwick or Heathrow?Do I leave bright and early Monday morning (as is my custom) or do I take an afternoon/evening flight and give myself another day?
Please, give me insight oh wise ones. Or just, you know, make the decision for me!
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