Monday, 21 April 2014

Pack up your troubles

I have enough trouble deciding what to wear when I get up in the morning if there's a chance that I might need to be seen in public that day.  {Regular readers will be familiar with my favourite trousers-sweatshirt-skirt-jumper-slippers-blanket-gloves combo, for days when there's no danger of me being seen by anyone who doesn't love me.}  Imagine, therefore, my stress level when deciding what to pack for a trip away this week.

I can just about manage an overnight in the next county, provided I know exactly what we'll be doing.  Then it's simply whatever I'm travelling in {Which will include layers to remove if the weather gets hotter} plus a matching jumper {in case it gets cold}.  I only need to add an outfit for the evening, a choice of two clean T-shirts for the next day, spare knickers {x2} spare socks {x2} and spare trousers {You never know when you might be involved in a water fight, or fall over in the mud.}  Plus all my toiletries, and a dark towel to dry my hair with if I've recently had it coloured - in which event I'll also take my own pillowcase.

However, preparing for longer trips, or going further afield {where goodness only knows what the weather will be like} or for uncertain itineraries, deciding what to pack is rather more difficult.  I usually end up just taking everything I own, and invariably come home with more clean clothes than dirty ones.  And don't even get me started on shoes.

The most sensible way to attack packing is, of course, to start a week or so in advance and lay everything out on the spare bed as I think of it.  The trouble is, I usually need to actually wear the clothes I'm planning to take in the week before I go away.  Even if I could bring myself to plan that far in advance I can't do it at the moment, because my spare bed is covered with all the coats I had to take out of the hall when I had the new front door put in last week.
There is an added complication for the trip I'm about to go on today; it's actually two trips without coming home in between.  I have to pack for four days in a caravan, followed by a weekend seminar in a city hotel.  Last night I came to the reluctant conclusion that I couldn't put it off any longer so, fortified by much tea, I opened the bedroom door... and was relieved to discover that the clothes I'd washed the previous day weren't yet dry!  That welcome respite revived my spirits somewhat and I am ready to face the task now.  Just as well, as I leave in an hour!