Today has been a traumatic day for James... we have had to pack. As 2nd time travellers James realised that the travel Iron and the year’s supply of shampoo had to be jettisoned and that his glass back was not up to carrying 25kg. That said we all know he likes his clothes but upon packing the purposely smaller bag James realised that he could not fit in all his clothes and personal hygiene items. What James thought was a reasonably small amount of clothes was in reality a well stocked colonial trunk. What followed was 2 hours of negotiation and rationalisation of the “capsule” wardrobe. There was feet stamping, pleading and a few items of clothes thrown across the room but in the end he (and me) settled on the following:
· 13 tee shirts/shirts
· 2 shorts/ swimming shorts
· 1 day trousers
· 1 fleece
· 1 jumper
· 1 swimming shorts
· 5 boxer shorts
· 4 pairs of socks
At the end James mused "oh how am I going to be able to manage?"
After this frankly awful day it was time to eat but again this presented a challenge. Scrooge AKA Luke has refused to buy any food this week and has issued a dictate that “all meals shall be cupboard surprises.” A week of this has produced some culinary “delights” but James came to the rescue. With the aid of £6 of dried porcine mushrooms, a sweet potato, some aged garlic and risotto rice he was able to rustle up a half way decent meal. Far better than the lunch time offering of a jar of pickled roll mop herrings, ketchup and toast for me (I can’t recommend this) and some old cheese in bread for James.
The evening now beckons and tomorrow Carol and Paul collect the car and the laptop. As such James must print off our e tickets and his collected works of travel. This currently runs to 13000 words over 58 pages. I think he has missed his calling and should upon his return seek gainful employment as a personalised travel agent.
26/2/11
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