Off to a long weekend break. Nice. Summer is finally here.
B&B booked. Local Tourist Information checked for things to do, places to eat. Directions googled.
One digression. Did I hear, Tom Tom, Sat Nav? Sorry. That is a big NO NO. Don’t get me wrong, we do like the convenience of modern technology. Yesterday there was a power cut, I worried more about not able to getting online than missing my cuppa. Google Route Planner we have come to rely on. But someone actually telling us where to turn and lead us to a dead end or a cliff? Thanks but no thanks. It did happen you know, when we were in our friends’ car cruising along, suddenly onto a no through road. I am old-fashioned, still suspicious in trusting my life one hundred percent to some trendy device, with an annoyingly trying-to-be-friendly-voice.
Back to packing. Overnight bag; suncream; medicine box with paracetamol/antihistamine/Strefen/Sudafed; water bottles… I haven’t forgotten about the sun hat, but I am not wearing one, am I? I’ll take a scarf. It is not going to rain, hopefully. Even with the forecast, let’s put another tee shirt and a spare pair of jeans in, just in case.
Oh, don’t forget to check the tyres. It is not far. Only a hundred miles or so. Rather be safe than sorry. Also, a small cool bag with chocolate bars, crisps and Coke. Remember that one time we got stuck on the motorway, a four hour journey turned to seven? People opened their doors and had a picnic right on M6, under the midday sun.
Where is the list?
Water plants (ticked)
Turn off computer/TV (ticked)
Immersion heater off (ticked)
Cooker — 6 knobs – off off off off off off
Of course the fridge is to stay on, we always trust the fridge. Anything else? Alright, once over, room to room. Twice over.
Ready? Let’s hit the road. We are off to the seaside; ice cream in cones, candy floss on your nose….
What now? Have we locked the downstairs windows….?