My bag is heavy. I know how to pack lightly, and I know how
to pack this bag, but no matter how hard I tried, it seemed nothing could
prevent it from putting an amount of weight on my upper body that I’m just not
built to carry.
I’m so glad only my family are coming to meet me at the
other end of this journey because I literally look disgusting. That’s not there
to fish for compliments; I can just feel a look on my face that says I’m tired
and miserable and even thinking about having a conversation is too draining for
me. No one looks good like that.
What times like this have taught me is that I’ve really got
my own back. At first when I saw I had to walk a whole five carriages down the
platform, I was disappointed in myself and my seating choice. But Past Claire
had a plan, and as a result of her vigilance, I’m sat in the carriage next to
the food carriage, I have a seat to myself and I’m next to the luggage rack.
Present Claire however, finds it impossible to get on at the
right end of the carriage any time she takes a train journey, so as a result
her luggage is in the other set of luggage racks.
It doesn’t matter though. I don’t need to be close to my
luggage. I do need a cup of tea and yoghurt.
Present Claire also appears to have packed her bag slightly
lopsided, so I’m hitting everything within a 4 inch radius of my left-hand
side. Nice work Present Claire, nice work.
I then went on to have the most beautiful evening, hope you had a wonderful 21st Pippa!
xx
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