The tricky art of travelling light

My hubby and I are off on our hols And I’m ready to pack

the cases. I’m looking forward to a nice break. New sights, new sounds,

new places. My husband delivers his annual sermon As he shakes his grey head with a sigh. ‘Remember, my dear, only pack what’s required, Or our plane will fall out of the sky!’ So I make a start with lightweight essentials, My underwear, nightdresses and tights. My horseshoe shaped flexible pillow To save a cricked neck in the night. I pack sundresses, raincoat, jumpers and trousers, More dresses with sleeves and a hat. Trainers, high heels, sandals and pumps, Some slippers and my exercise mat. I mustn’t forget my medication. (My tablets are in a ‘day by day’ box). I need sun cream and insect repellent, Also creaky knee cream and some socks. I’ve purchased new, sparkly evening dresses, (And remembered to remove the price tags!) In goes my swimwear, skirts, scarves and tops And my favourite quintessential bead bag. I include raspberry tea and a jar of Marmite, Toilet rolls, wind-up torch and a tapestry kit. A photograph album of the grandkids. I really will make it all fit. I must take my flask and

alarm clock. Binoculars, note book and pencil case. Camera, dressing gown and toilet bag, Containing soap, flannels, toothbrush and paste. I sneak in a few paperback novels, I really enjoy a good read. I’m sure there are things I’ve forgotten. I just hope they’re things I won’t need. I struggle to zip up the cases, But finally with a last breathless gasp I manage to close them completely And force the lock onto the clasp. I notice my husband standing before me, And sadly he seems in a huff. He moans, through clenched teeth: ‘Just a minute, You’ve forgotten to pack my stuff!’ Mrs Anita Bass, Theydon Bois, Essex.