|Kevin sorting out the camping gear. Look I think he's smiling - he loves it!|
Not a morning person I woke up at 5am and drove to the sleepy little medieval town. I sat in that old wooden room wondering what I should be doing and made loads of cups of tea. Around noontime I headed back to the main office. The news editor was quietly seething: "Where are all the police stories?" she asked. Oh, shit. "When were you going to do the police calls??? You're never going to Tewkesbury again!" she scolded.
I slunk back to my "biz desk" - opposite Sir Harold, the Allotment and Golden Wedding Anniversary correspondent - and tried to seem biz-y.
For me packing is the early Tewkesbury shift. Even Cy, nine, says: "C'mon mom, please don't leave your packing till the last minute."
After 17 years together Kevin is resigned to his role. I put my clothes in a pile and he does the rest. He's an orderly Virgo so my feeling is that packing is like catnip to him. I am Aries, a perfect storm of laziness and grumpy ineptitude.
Have you ever made sure you're really, really bad at something?
|I leave you with some Packing Porn....no not my case, my friend Lisa's. Kevin please take note of the rolling technique. Thank you.|