Tickets, Money, Passport?

Stupid blog template is driving me insane. I must learn to leave well enough alone.

I'm in that end of holiday mode, when it's all about going around saying goodbye. And opening up boxes of crap that I've kept for seven years and thinking why did I keep so much tupperware? I'm putting together a pile of stuff that 'might' come back to London with me. The difficulty is deciding what gets that honour. Do the antique spoons that I'll possibly never use come with me? How about the pretty yet impractical cup & saucer sets? What about the functional yet plain glassware? Decisions, decisions.

So obviously when it all got too hard and I got too dusty, bored and noticed my aching muscles - from surfing natch - had had enough, I did what any sensible girl would do. I went shopping. You've gotta love the exchange rate, hell you've gotta love discount shopping. Lots of lovely new clothes.

*looks down at new clothes and hopes that I haven't bought with a 'holiday' fashion sense - you know the one that means you have tie dyed clothes, bandanas and friendship bracelets*