On the weekend we went to see a friend over at Southease. After Sol's usual faff getting ready we found ourselves standing at the station waiting for a train. After ten minutes or so i noticed the large pile of bags we were
lugging,
around.
2 shopping bags
1 car seat
two rucksacks (choc full of toys and spare clothes),
one camera bag,
two hand bags (one a man bag) and
two bags for wellies.
Maybe its beacuse i'm approaching my might as well be 30th birthday, but i couldn't help nostalgia of 6 years ago when i first met Abi. I remember going to see her for a whole weekend and just
packing,
(if you can call it packing);
one toothbrush,
a book to read for the train and
my cash
card (i didn't even own a wallet).
i certainly didn't even have
even one bag.
not.
even.
a.
Pair.
of.
Pants (much more economical to go commando).
I have surmised from all of this a mathmatical equation. That the amount of luggage i have is directly proportional to my age:
NO LUGGAGE <22.......30> OODLES OF LUGGAGE.





2008-01-16 @ 13:57