The only way I feel better is by making lists. To do list, address change list, shopping list, to do today (sub) list, packing lists. As long as it's in black and white in front of me, it's not whirling round my head causing mischief.
This week I have been running hither and thither ordering travel money, getting trousers altered, selling furniture, ordering a new super mini computer, shouting at amazon when said computer doesn't work and I can't get a replacement because the price has now gone up so I have to pay £30 more for the same thing in the colour I didn't even want (grump. why me?? why is mine broken?? I actually cried while on the phone trying to reason with the amazon automatons. Customer-centric my bottom.) Just off to pick up malaria prescription and a birthday present this morning, then need to get stuck into packing and loading my car for the big run up to mum's house tomorrow. This is quite tricky because everything has to fall into one of the following categories: 1) things I'm taking away with me 2) things I need right up until go and then: 2a) throw away, or 2b) post back to my mum (small amount of small things only), or 2c) ask a friend to hold on to 3) things I can do without now but want to keep in the long run, to take to Mum 4)things I can throw away now 5) things I need to take back to the shop 6) boxes and receipts for things I may want to take back to the shop. And my car is not that big. and neither is my rucksack, which is already bursting at the seams. I've spent hours poring over various packing lists boasting that you can get all you need in 30-40 litres, then comparing it to my pile of goodies. I can't for the life of me see what I've got that these lists leave out. I must be ruthless...I must....
Best get on.
Now where did I put my list of lists?
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