It’s 344am and I am still packing. Of course it doesn’t help that I really need to pack for Montreal, Paris AND Munich, but I just can’t face it. I figure that about 50% of it will go to all three places, but the rest is taxing me. I don’t think I have ever gone away anywhere, ever without staying up till the very early hours faffing about. It’s one of the drawbacks of both living alone and being single. There’s no one else of whom to be considerate. I can crash around to my heart’s content, with no one to tell me to stop being an idiot as I get sidetracked yet again – I just spent a good twenty minutes vacuum packing my spare duvets. Before that I was listlessly flicking through iTunes making up travelling playlists.

Although there is method in my madness – to a degree – some of my arctic weather kit was in a cupboard up on high with said duvets and I couldn’t face dangling off a stepladder, stuffing them back in again, in the manner of a pregnant camel through the eye of the proverbial needle. I can’t shake off the mother-imbued feeling that there’s something extremely slovenly about leaving a home in a complete state when you go off on a trip. In this case, there’s an added incentive because lovely Emily will be staying here whilst I am gone: she usually moves in when I hop off. It’s the perfect arrangement really. She gets space and calm and I get the warm glow of doing a friend a good turn, and with no fear of burglars.

But euf: the packing. For Quebec, I bought up most of Uniqlo on Sunday afternoon. There isn’t a piece of Heat Tech or a down-filled jacket-y layering thing that I didn’t buy. So I guess that’s Montreal sorted. I’m presuming people layer up like cheery Michelin men, and then de-layer upon arrival at office/restaurant/bingo hall etc. (I’m quite tempted to vacuum pack all the down stuff too.) Then there’s a little pile of chic black for a funeral at Pere Lachaise on Saturday, and a much larger pile of hello I’m a fashion-editor-turned-blogger-turned-social-media-entrepreneur dresses and heels for the conference in Munich.

But, of course, the biggest pile, (I’m actually perched on top of it all on my Aeron chair which is doing double duty as a packing stool), is composed of all my tech toys, cameras and gadgets. Try as I might, they take up more room than anything else combined. Once upon a time it would have been books. Oh how my world has changed.

right I must go back to the Sisyphean packing task if I am to have my allotted three hours sleep before my alarm shrills into life.

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I do that very thing – I can never leave my flat in anything but an immaculate state whenever I go away. It makes me late for everything. Tidying when you should be packing, always a fantastic idea!

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