I’ve just done the easiest pack I’ve ever done. Not a moment of anguish.
Out of the closet it came – navy blue, navy blue, navy blue, bright pink and white stripes, navy blue, pink, navy blue, navy blue, pink – and into the bag it went.
There was one small anxiety when I couldn’t remember where I had put my Sperry Oxfords (pink), then I remembered. Another short angst about which bag to take for use in the resort – you know that carrying your room key, lippie and phone thing – until I remembered the brilliant 1970s one my mum gave me.
The strap is a gold chain link arrangement, so it works shoulder or can be converted into a clutch.
It’s navy blue.
Sort out the toilietries and make up. Two feature necklaces. A scarf wrap. In the bag.
Travelling clothes laid out on bed. Travel handbag packed. Passport? Check. Done.
So what made the process I normally find torturous so easy, in fact enjoyable?
Losing ten kilos. True fact.