Well d-day minus one and I have now arrived at the worst part of the schedule. Alarm has just gone off and Fright Day begins…Packing day. I hate packing. It is at times like this that you have empathy with naturists who decide that a toothbrush and floss is all they need and head out wearing nothing but a smile. My challenge however is the opposite. I seem to have everything except the kitchen sink. I’m writing this blog as it delays the packing for 10 minutes and gives me a self-reasoned legitimate case to stay in bed. I will further delay this by getting breakfast.

I have packed one thing. My swimming shorts. The fact that I probably won’t be swimming for 2 months yet really doesn’t come into it. It is a hangover from my childhood holidays which meant that if you were going on holiday that means you will swim! I think I even packed them first when I went to the Ice Hotel in Sweden exactly 12 months ago.

“Less is more” they say? Yeh, right. No, more is more.

Just had a flashing thought. Dunmoanin! I shouldn’t be writing like this. If I continue I will have to buy a new web address.

Back to packing. I was sorting through my books and note pads yesterday. I can’t get out of the habit of business books. I have 3 on strategy and business models. Not quite John Grisham but they do keep me amused. Dilbert may also make it in the editors final cut.

Finally, and I promise to start packing as soon as I have taken my daily porridge and a couple of cups of coffee, let me share a chuckle moment. I picked up an old note book which I have used to scribble a few of my infamous poems. As you get into your 50’s you do tend to forget what you have written so some of the ditty’s were new to me even though I had scribed them. Let me share one that shows how my mind and humour works.

When I was in Padstow
I moaned about the Fillet
And was chased out of his restaurant
by Rick Stein with a skillet

Sorry they don’t get any better and you are bound to see one in the next 3 months that starts, “There once was a man from Bombay…”

Stop there. Porridge calling, sorry Packing calling!