At work I was very organized but I'm a real feather-brain in my private life. Yesterday morning my husband 'took me in hand' as it were. I have been religiously putting clothes and shoes in the spare room ready for packing for this 5 day break. He said 'Bloody Hell Polly, I didn't pack this much for 12 months at sea' I have to admit, that after he had finished I have a nicely packed case and know exactly where everything is!
People are so nice aren't they? We were going to book a taxi to take us to the coach park because there is no parking there for private cars. Our neighbours have been so good... One is taking us to the coach park, another keeping an eye on the house and putting the recycling bin back after it is emptied on Thursday. Another is watching out for any parcels and yet another will be collecting us when we get back,not to mention getting any shopping in we will need. We have everyone's mobile (cell phone) number and we feel like 2 dithery old fossils who need watching!
Our son was killed in a climbing accident, and though it is a few years ago now, his old friends still keep in touch. One of them has given us a gizmo which automatically switches lights on in the house to give the impression that someone is in.