I don't even like thinking about it. I used to go on wonderful 'vacations' (inverted commas must go on American terms to stop myself from feeling like I'm adapting too much for your uncultured eyes) every year. Australia, New Zealand, Morocco, Sweden, Denmark, Finland, Finnish Lapland, Thailand, Singapore, Spain, Italy, Poland, France, Germany, etc. Now, though, my I am poor, and I can't go to these nice places anymore. It makes me terribly sad. This summer I'm going to...
... wait for it...
... England.
To some vile city in the south of England. I'd rather stay at home in the north than go. I really want to go abroad. My family needs to get rich again.