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The worst thing about holidays

If you’re flying, lately it’s cancelled or delayed flights and lost luggage. But for me the worst part has always been packing. I spent many years travelling for work and that wasn’t so difficult – just standard work gear – because there were no leisure activities planned. But now, even going away for a weekend brings on a panic attack.

I’m about to go away, not very far, for a few days. I’m looking forward to it as I’ll be doing my favourite things with people I love. But I don’t know what to pack. I’m glad I’m taking my car so it can be loaded up with coats, extra shoes and clothes to cover all possibilities. It’s winter and it’s been freezing. Not so cold today, and where I’m going it’s usually a few degrees warmer. But there is a good chance of rain and that could change the outlook.

So far I just have one suitcase and an overnight bag. And a toiletry bag. And a shoe bag. Plus the coats etc. as mentioned. I’ll be lucky if I get away in the morning without having another panic and throwing most of my wardrobe into the boot. It could be cold, it could be warm. I might need to dress up and I might go to the gym.

I’ll sidle into the hotel with just one bag and then make trips to the carpark; bringing back whatever I need for each day. Despite the panic I’m looking forward to it very much. I’ll miss Tiggomy but he’ll be relaxing at home with his personal carer.

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