
A smaller more manageable wheeled suit case means fewer things to take on holiday. As long as I have room for the books, I can squeeze tee-shirts and the like in between. Once, some time ago, on a three-day business trip to Sweden, I left my carefully packed suitcase outside the front door at home, only to discover its absence when I arrived at the airport. A small -shoulder bag, a shirt, a razor, a toothbrush and airport novel, did the trick. "Where's your luggage?" asked my host in astonishment, as I swung my shoulder bag nonchalantly in reply, and I have always loved the idea of travelling light since, though I have not always succeeded.
An unseasonal montana rubens alba clematis peeps out from the top of the the bay tree reminding us of the topsy-turvy times in which we live.
2 comments:
what an excellent picture ... years ago i was able to partially alleviate my own phobia by reading the entire article on spiders in encyclopaedia brittanica ... but i still am unwilling to touch them
I am glad to know that I am not alone. I am almost as afraid of spider lovers as I am of spiders.
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