Four & a half sleeps, two long car journeys and one wedding to go. Oh, that’s a family wedding in there. Make it three and two half-sleeps. And then we go on holiday!
So, at the weekend, it was time to go shopping. Our travel bags have finally fallen apart. At this point you have to understand that I’ve never bought a suitcase. Never really grown up, you see. We’ve always travelled with those soft squashy grips that have somehow been acquired, rather than bought. Or rucksacs. Years of travelling with rucksacks. So it was that at the weekend our middle-aged selves were spotted in Debenhams (my mother would be proud; that was always her favourite shop) perusing the massed ranks of suitcases and trying to figure out what it was that we needed. A big one and a small one? Two medium sized ones? A hard one and a squashy one? And why was the greeny blue one £10 cheaper than the blue one? All down to the colour, apparently. Then there were the mental gymnastics required – how many litres volume and which ones could go as hand luggage when required. In the end, we just gave up and bought two suitcases that looked nice.
Of course, as soon as we got them home:- “These are huge! Did we really need them this big?” But we’re very grown up now. We’ve got proper suitcases.
Now, some might note a milestone of growing up as the first joke. (We’re still dealing with that one, by the way. Yesterday’s offering:- “What do you call an Italian who has an arm cut off? A man with a speech impediment.”) Others long for the privacy that growing up brings. Been there, but almost too far back to remember clearly. And then, of course, there’s the suitcases. Our current milestone? Read on…
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