I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow. You'd think I'd be excited about this. Secretly I am, but I'm not telling anyone that. Instead, I'm saying how stressful it is. How hard it is to decide what to pack.
What I need is a capsule wardrobe. You know, the kind that has been cleverly thought out so that everything goes with everything else. Where there are outfits that can take you from podium dancing at boyz-a-go-go to the Ambassadors reception. Not that either of these feature in my holiday plans.
Anyway, my holiday wardrobe is a disaster. Basically, it's my normal wardrobe, with shorts. Nothing really goes with anything else, and you can guarantee that the one item of clothing that holds the whole collection together is the one that I leave next to the ironing board.
For someone who packs every single week, you'd think I'd be an expert. Next to some members of my family I am an expert. My mother will lay out her clothes three weeks before the trip and slowly add things and take things away until she's left with an unholy mess that makes her look like she won a five minute sweep at TK Maxx.
So I've tried to focus this time. I don't really want to turn up at the Intercontinental looking like a dogs dinner, but let's face it, I'm flying Air France, so I'll be lucky to turn up at all.