To wear, or not to wear........

They say that half the fun of a trip is the planning.

Methinks the ratio is out........ My planning has been minimal, ergo I have had fun-sized Fun. Thanks to my gracious hostess Gusti, I haven't had the side-splitting joy of booking an hotel, and as I plan to travel light, my chortle quotient is sized according to my very small but nevertheless Slutty suitcase......

Now, as I contemplate the vast selection of garments that must somehow be squeezed into my bag, I suffer twinges of regret that my valise is not more voluminous. My tarty travelling bag is not only small, but dare I say it - imperfectly formed, with an inconvenient lump down the centre.... A veritable Quasimodo of Cases. However, loyalty prevents me from taking any other luggage, as Slutty is renowned in his own right, and hasn't been for a trundle since Glasgow, so deserves the trip.

As I mix and match the clothes to find the combination of the least garments possible for the most wearings, I realise that my entire wardrobe needs a good clearout..... Nothing matches or even co-ordinates, without the purchase of another vital accessory to link outfits in some sort of fashionable sense. Trinny and Susannah would have a field day........

Exasperated, I pick the outfits I THINK will do, then following the Law of Only-Wearing-Half-Of-What-You-Take, remove half of them. Let's just hope I took out the right half..........