He wants to live in the country; you know that horrible thing with insects and weird bird noises. I can't stand the outside (as I call it). It's not that I didn't enjoy the weekend zimmer, or the dip in the sea, or even the greenness of it all, but really, by the second day I was asking to hang out at the nearest drive-in MacDonald's, just to get some action.

Meanwhile my Mr. Right was sitting by the pool (for hours), or even worse in the garden type thing (reading of all things!!!!)….relaxing ….while I watched TV and tried to pretend I was somewhere fashionable – thank goodness for cable and mobile phones.

And then we returned to Tel Aviv on Saturday and you should have heard him complain…. "It's so dirty here, so noisy, so full of people, no parking blah, blah, blah" (duh I pay a lot of money for these things)

So what do I do now, he wants us to move to the north….and I am willing to consider north Tel Aviv, but that's my FINAL OFFER.

How do you solve a problem like this……