Going, going, gone...

So.  Can’t quite believe we’re actually going off on holiday.  In an hour. A proper family holiday. A package holiday, for pity’s sake, in a proper hotel.  Well…it looks okay from the pictures on the web but those are probably twenty years old. Or photo-shopped.

Anyhow. Whatever. Who cares?  I have just packed the following:

·         Swimsuits (James informs me that I swim like Asbo and so he is going to teach me to swim ‘properly’. ‘Like an otter, Mum.’  An otter?  Fair enough.  Without the fish breath, I hope.
·         Gym kit. Yes, there’s a gym at the hotel.  If it gets too hot outside I can just turn my usual routine around and go sit on an exercise bike to cool down. Sensible, huh?
·         Kindle (loaded and dangerous) plus three paper books.  The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoot (have saved this for positively aeons - it had better deliver); The Neurotourist (seemed suitable); The Dervish House (cos one needs a bit of frolic, right?).
·         iPod. With meditations from the divine Barbara Ford-Hammond.  I am still waiting to discover my past lives and my future lives because every time I listen to them, I fall asleep.  Maybe I just don’t have any?  No past, no future – just right now eh?  Music?  The usual suspects - though it really riles me that some people don’t put stuff out there for download. *grr*
·         Tarot pack and pendulum.  Viv convinced me this combo would work well and I think she’s right. The runes are too chilly and the I Ching is too heavy. I can also use the pendulum to dowse food for dodgy bacteria and to freak traders out while haggling. 
·         Sunbelievable "self-tan".  Self-tan?  Fake tan, FAKE tan. May be fake but is good.
·         Notebooks. Moleskines. Two
·         DermaquestSkin Therapy – advanced B5 serum. Have been road-testing this and it’s good stuff.  Light and non-sticky for hot places too…(as in hot countries, not hot bits of body…doh!). 
·         My IRISH BUSH beach bag from Israel (thanks, Baram!).  Totally recycled. Makes me laugh.
·         A slinky black maxi-dress.  NO idea why I bought this as I will most likely never wear it. But I like the idea of it.
·         Cut-off jean shorts.  Many black tops.  Assorted underwear.  Reebok fitflops.
·         Sunglasses.  Ray-bans bought in Miami airport twenty years ago.
·         AromatherapyAssociates diffuser and Relax oil. I know it’s weird but hotel rooms often smell funny.  And yeah, smart-asses, I've got an adaptor..
·         Hats.  Trusty white cowboy job plus my Dead Sea peaked cap.
·         Much sunscreen.

Sorted.  Have I forgotten anything?  Probably.  Notice anything missing from that list?  Yeah, I'm not taking my laptop. James says I'm 'addicted' and I fear he may be right.  So, with a deep gulp, I am leaving it behind.  I shall miss you all...and will look forward to hearing your tales (of mad Ulysses?) when I return.. Happy hunting, brigands... :)

Oh, Asbo and the SP?  They're sorted too.. our dogsitters have landed and we have already been forgotten... :)