sofasurfers

I received a most distressing telephone call from Ollie last night. “I’ve finished packing [distress part I] and my rucksack is small enough to take on as hand luggage [distress part II].” My hand luggage is barely small enough to count as hand luggage. And I haven’t finished packing yet.

How on earth? “Well, I’ve only taken what I really need.”

So have I! I’ve exorcised London and its trappings from my system. I’ve taken leave of my looks. I will be a walking smart-wool animal. With a change of underwear. I will be a walking smart-wool animal. I will be a walking smart-wool animal (I’m trying to get used to the idea, see?). I’ll need all that stuff!

“It’s just that you’ll regret it when we have to walk for four or five hours with it on your back.”

No, no, no - we will NOT be walking for four or five hours. NOT, got it?!

And besides, seeing as you’re empty-handed, and someone invented the word chivalry, we’ll be just fine.

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