Reflections from Middle Age

Right, my camera and I are off on a little adventure in London.  If I can get myself organised enough to pack, we’ll be taking some clothes, books and shoes with us.

I seem to be completely incapable of packing properly.  I am deeply jealous of those who seem to pop up at their destination with exactly the right clothes, matching shoes and complimentary jewellery for every occasion.  I am not like that.   I am more the person who arrives with bulging suitcase and nothing to wear for the weather.   Despite almost always travelling with too many clothes, I never seem to arrive with the right things.  I wonder if you can go to wardrobe planning lessons.  I sure need to.