A Desk In The Sun

Why is it that men always have to buy some new gadget in the airport duty free? On our last trip to Antigua for what I thought was to be a relaxing break in the sun, my husband/business partner insisted on buying a fancy laptop though we'd agreed to leave business to stew while we re-charged our batteries. A bit of a sulk on my part ensued from this purchase, as I could see that our leisure time was going to be eroded. I was right. Every morning, there he was at the wi-fi beach bar, staring at his email and dealing with the stuff we were trying to get away from. My sulk deepened. Just as a full-on huff was developing one morning, I see my husband returning from the beach bar with a look of smug triumph smeared across his face. That day he had opened his email to find an enquiry from a new business prospect in New York. Naturally it required an immediate response that he'd been able to give, so we now had a new client to look after on our return to base.
Never again will I be able to wheel out the female war-cry "What on earth do you need that for???" when he's tempted in the duty free gadget emporium.
On the brighter side, I can now push for more time on the beach, as we're always in touch with the office.