…… he has started to pack for our Icelandic Saga ……
…… but appears to be packing for all eventualities ….. his, mine and all the girls I think …….. and so I have be forced to tell him robustly to wooooooooow ….We only have a limited luggage allowance …..
…… and he must just take care of himself and let everyone else worry about their own flip flops, ponchos, sun cream, blister plasters, midnight feast snacks, spare gloves, socks, and pants etc., kind though his gesture is.
I have also had to tell him that the bag of food he had secreted away for the Icelandic ponies, that he thought I hadn’t noticed will also have to go ….. as it will almost certainly contravene some regulation when we go through passenger control, and I am not explaining the need for a sack of pony nuts to anyone!!!