A Master Class in Packing "Light"
It's funny when you've been in a relationship with someone a long time how you both adopt you unspoken, yet agreed upon roles in the run up to the holiday.
Him - making sure we have enough gadgetry to sink a war ship.
Me - making sure we have enough egg mayo butties for the journey. (None of that plasticy airplane food for us! No Sir-eee!)
Anyway, I've finally packed and it is what I have only even seen referred to in Women's magazines as a "Capsule Wardrobe".
The total weight of my rucksack is 7 kilos.
I am feeling quite smug at achieveing this near mythical status of "Packing Light". My everyday handbag weighs more than that.
I am clearly born to do this "Travelling" malarkey!
How hard can it be?
(I know I will be grieving for the Frizz Ease Hair Serum I had to leave behind the second we touchdown in Bangkok and my hair becomes an instant Ginger Afro)
So my loved ones tomorrow we say "Adios" to Spain and "Sawaddekrap" to Thailand!!