Nelly The Elephant Packed Her Trunk...

Dear Suitcase,

We leave on Friday. I realise I've been looking at you for two days straight trying to decide what to put in you. It's complicated, it's 10 countries, in just under 6 weeks, mostly work but some play and quite frankly, we might see sun. The kind of sun that lasts, apparently, people in other countries have this thing called Summer. Not the kind of Summer we have here, where the sun comes out for 15 minutes whilst I'm showering only for me to hit the outside and be blinded by an array of farmers tans and decidedly orange looking ladies. Oh ladies, orange is the preserve of those kind folk over at Willy Wonkas, step away from the fake bake and breath...Anyway I digress, unusual I know, somebody call the tangent police...Where was I? Oooh Summer. This massive, bright ball of light lives in the sky. You don't have to wear a coat and your skin warms up a few shades which in turn stops you looking like a cadaver.

People eat ice cream for breakfast, well okay that might be just me, no one is ever grumpy, until we hit Italy, again that will just be me, great for days off but my word," tomorrow Bella, tomorrow", is never a solution to something I need done today, but damn, no one does a day off better then the Italians, plus you called me Bella, cue girlish giggle... I'm sorry what's that you say? I got distracted twirling my hair...

So anyway, my point is, if you could find it in your heart to create a magical pocket within you, this is starting to sound like a Celine Dion song... I can put everything I need in you without you weighing anymore than the desired weight, that would be incredible. I in turn for my part, promise to not ram you with an assortment of goodies from our stops along the way...I also promise to stop lying, oh the treats that await us...

Yours sincerely,