The Boy In The Suitcase*

It’s raining cats and dogs out there, and the bad weather has driven Other People into the gym.  Yuck.  They are talking, loudly.  The peace of my sanctuary is disturbed.  And – even worse – they have brought Small Children with them.  The gym floor is not a suitable habitat for small children.  They are not dressed appropriately, they are noisy and…am just going to ignore all these unwelcome invaders and focus on my exercise bike.

Grumpy, as have been packing-to-go-home.  This is the saddest part of the holiday, I think.  It’s also a difficult task as:

1.  Have used half of certain bottles of eg suncream, moisturiser.  Not sure whether to pack them or to chuck them away.

2.  Weather is bad now.  So do I leave out trousers to wear this evening or a dress.  Or both.  And what about sun hat and sun blanket.

3.  How many pairs of knickers do I leave out for lunchtime, afternoon sleep, gym later, dinner, night sleep, gym tomorrow, travelling home.

4.  Not sure how books I need for the flight: just had one in hand luggage on flight out and finished it with hours to spare.  Purple rucksack is tiny and only holds one book.  Will have to beg Mum or brother to take a spare book for me.  Am going to read the new Poirot book – The Monogram Murders – and know Mum is desperate to read it.  Hope she’ll take a spare book for me, on condition I pass the Poirot to her when I’m finished with it.

5.  Have left out gym trainers, big black MBTs – to travel in – and silver fit flops in case the weather clears up.  So, need to stuff at least two of these three pairs of shoes down the sides of the case at the last minute, crushing and crumpling all the dresses and other clothes.

6.  Don’t want to go home.  Am just settling in to being Abroad.  And won’t be able to see Seb for almost another two weeks.  And all I have to look forward to on Monday is the Zolodex injection, the one with the knitting-needle-size needle.

7.  There is a huge bag of dirty washing which takes up half the suitcase, deforming everything else.

8.  As far as I know, there isn’t a boy in my suitcase, but it seems very stuffed.

On reflection, am going to dump the half-finished bottles, except the suncream, due to how expensive it is.

Am going to give self a pat on the back for packing anyway.  Well done me.

Need to see if there’s any way of watching the Boat Race here.

Happy Saturday lunchtime everyone!

*2011.  By Lene Kaaberbol and Agnete Friis.  Nordic noir novel.

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