For some, packing for a holiday is all part of the fun, for others, like me, it is more of an annoying pre-requisite of leaving the house for my holiday.
Yes, I know it is the start of my holiday so I should be enthusiastic, but looking at that empty suitcase and trying to work out how many tee-shirts and pairs of socks to take on a 2 week stay just does not fill me with merriment.
I think the issue is that it boils down to decision making. That in itself is not the problem, but its knowing that the consequences of any wrong decisions could spoil your holiday. After all, a miscalculation on the weather front could leave you wearing shorts in a typhoon or a polar neck in heatwave… both ways you look an idiot and not in a best frame of mind.
This year we have the added complication of going to France. Now, I love France but they do get themselves in to a tiz over the silliest things, which brings me to this years dilemma…. do I have to pack some budgie smugglers?
Yep, you have got to love the French when it comes to swimming pool etiquette. For them the modest swimming shorts and board shorts are viewed as some sort of pariah, carrier of potential legionnaires disease, and as such never to be allowed in a swimming pool for health reasons.
Or that’s the reason I am led to believe. Really.
I am not sure how great this threat really is, particularly as I haven’t seen thousands of surfers washed up on the beach each year with their board shorts squeezing the life out of them. However, the rules are the rules and if that is what they insist on then I will just to get on with it even if I look like an idiot – after all there are very people that look good in speedos and that certainly includes me and all aging French men.
But then, the indecision kicks in because although that is the rule, how often is it actually enforced? Do I really need them or should I do as most foreigners do, ignore the rule, the signs and the lifeguard? And, what example does that set to the children about obeying rules – if I ignore that one how can I tell them off for running around the pool?
Oh, I hate decisions… maybe I should count my tee-shirts again.
PLEASE NOTE: In the end, I packed the budgie smugglers and shorts, always the best decision if heading to France.

This year at the
Ok, the last one may be stretching things slightly, but then it was a list of the perfect people next door. I am not sure whether anyone can really meet my exacting needs of ideal camping neighbours, after all I can’t move in next to myself, but let’s hope the family surprise me and meet some of my requirements!
I need some pliers, badly. No, it’s not for some sort of children control/torture device or basic dentistry to remove a tooth… we need pliers to fix our car to caravan electrics.
It’s late, very dark and we are all contentedly snuggled up in bed when there is a very loud crashing noise. You know what it’s like when you are woken up suddenly, rational thought is a little way behind, so the initial panic sets in… a gunshot, who is attacking us, has a late night driver mistaken our pitch for the drive, are we in a thunderstorm, have the kids fallen out of bed….
We love camping!