Packing

Can I mention now that I hate packing. Love the end result, but the whole business of getting the case down from the top of the wardrobe and then working out what to take, the red dress or a black skirt etc. drives me nuts. Sometimes I wish there was a packing fairy who would visit me, wave her magic wand and everything would just fit in there all folded neatly and that when it was time to go home again she’d appear and do her stuff again!

Enough of that – clothes and shoes are packed, just room for my washbag and the inevitable pharmacy that accompanies me on my travels, I’m a ‘if I don’t have it, I’ll need it’ person, hence the stash of painkillers, plasters, bite cream and all that – I even have a mini sewing kit!

Last things I have to do in the morning are pack my carry on bag, print out the e-tickets and travel insurance documents, then go out to get some shekels, at least in this part of the world, all the banks and the big post office have as a matter of course, although there is an independent place that will likely give me a better rate.

And after that – well I’d just like to watch the Nadal – Murray match