I'm packing with PMT....

Remember those wonderful days before children. When camping involved one rucksack, a teeny camping stove, a two-person dome tent and enough money to keep you supplied in beer for the week?


Well.


It's fair to say those days....



are long gone...

With my belongings now usurped by towels (for 5), wet wipes, dog brush, soft toys, sun hats, 3 sets of wellies, and all the very particular dietary requirements of 3 faddy eaters, there is only room for my knitting. Ah well...I'll either spend the week naked or I'll just have to get knitting.

And with PMT in full rage stage the packing process can only get more interesting...

[p.s. see yesterday's post for smug mother moment...wouldn't want you to miss out]