London calling

So today we are off to London town for two glorious reasons... the first being to visit my lovely NZer friends for a few days of general touristyness (I'm the tour guide heck yes!) i cant wait to hear tales from the travels to three lovely cities Edinburgh, Paris and Rome all of which we have explored and loved! ...and the second is to leave LP at Heathrow so he can journey back to the land of the long white cloud for a few weeks of family friends and fun... normally when we go anywhere together for a short stay we go minimal and simplistic sharing a tiny wee roll on suitcase... but as our paths will separate along the way i get the whole suitcase to me lonesome meaning of course it is packed to Maximilian with crap...well i saw crap but actually i mean my belongings clothes, shoes , straighteners,make-up etc etc...(well yeah actually i do mean crap) but at least it gives me options...

Yestermorning we packed LPs bag for NZ and it went well and by that i mean it went too well hes baffled by my upsetness that nothing went wrong... but it all just went too smoothly... everything fit first time, its not too heavy, there's still loads of room..(for all the pineapple lumps hes going to bring back for me) but to me this is a bad sign something of vital importance is missing from that bag and i don't mean to jinx it but its not going to be discovered until too late...oh dear

then LP came out with "it was always going to be easier then when we pack for Africa" now i don't know about him but I'm set... i know the exact layout of my bag I've already mentally packed it over and over (and once last week i did a cheeky half pack when i got the bag out for LP to take to NZ) I'm set but still i expect there to be a tantrum or two (or three) its just the way packing should be....