The human female has been meeching and moaning about not getting a vacation this year. (I’m not sure what the problem is; I don’t always listen when she starts blathering.)
But I am nothing if not helpful, so I have gone to the trouble of planning something for her. I’ve identified the dates she actually *could* get off work, and I have booked the flight for her and everything. She is always saying she wants to go back to London. She will no doubt be delighted and very grateful when she finds that her itinerary includes a stop there.