Only a week and a bit before Frankly (aka the Energiser Bunny or EB) and moi take off for our French adventure. Can’t wait to shake off the busy-ness, take a deep breath and bolt…
Did I mention I hate packing? Grrr. I was obviously traumatised as a child, when my mum and dad went psycho at each other before every camping trip. Mum always wanted to take the kitchen sink, apparently.
In those days (ancient as I am), cars didn’t have seatbelts or airbags. But mum made up for it. Us kids had so much stuff jammed around us, they’d have had to dig us out if we’d ever had
an accident.
So. Packing. Tell me it gets better with practice…
Flight path 