Nuts

Philippa seems to have gone a bit crazy. She spent most of today packing for our holiday (which doesn’t start until Friday.)  She seems determined to cram half our possessions into cases ‘just in case we need them,’ even though we’re only going for three nights, and even though it’s only 45 minutes away, so we could easily nip home if we’ve forgotten something important. I don’t know if it’s post-pregnancy hormones, or the after-effects of being cooped up at home for nine months now, or just over-excitement manifesting as pre-packing panic, but if you walked in our living room right now you’d think we were about to move house.  Do two adults and one baby really need to take eight towels away with us? Especially when the caravan is listed as ‘fully furnished and fully equipped, with towels and bedding provided’?

I tried to prove a point by saying “I hope you’ve left room to pack my drumkit” but it didn’t really help.

RC 18-9-19