I’m packing for the Round Britain Rally Awards Dinner tomorrow night. Because the taxman wants £15,000 in underpaid PAYE off me, I’m on something of an economy drive and am booked into the campsite, which is one-fifth the price of the team hotel. But because I also have to work 6 – 12 tomorrow before I can set off to Conkers, I’m going in the car.
This is presenting me with an unforseen difficulty. I know how to pack for camping with Ruby. One pannier for stove, gear and hard things including tins of food. One pannier for clothes. Top box for maps, camera, charging cables and notebook. Tie-down bag for anything else.
With a whole car-load of space available to me, I am at something of a loss. I have a pile of gear in the kitchen which looks like too much and I’m sure I’ve left out all the important stuff.
I cope better with boundaries. I’m sure there’s a metaphor in here but I am too tired to find it. Probably becuase last night lacked boundaries and after slightly too many cocktails in fabulous company I didn’t get to bed until 3.15am.