Packing to go on holiday in your twenties/early thirties (from the haggard memories of a 45-year-old)
- 7-day holiday = 7 different bikinis. 14 days = 14 combinations of bikinis and cossies
- Factor 15 for first 30 mins of day 1. Baby oil/something faintly smelling of coconuts but attracts lots of flies for the rest of the holiday
- Products – hair products, body products, nail products, makeup products and random product which raised a ‘yeah, I could go for that’ at the duty-free
- Sarongs
- Music and some sort of portable, play in the room, sound system
- Sexual overcoats
- Variations of looks for different evenings depending on what day you landed
- Traveller’s cheques
- Jackie Collins book
- Magazines, loads and loads and loads of magazines
Packing to go on holiday as a mother of two children, aged 8 and 4.
- Calpol
- ‘Bum’ medicine
- Antihistamine
- Thousands of plasters
- Factor 70 suncream
- More Calpol
- Scissors, tweezers, and ‘files’
- Colouring books
- Sticker books
- Sweets – variety. The higher the sugar content, the higher the stakes (read: don’t shit yourself on the plane)
- Tablets – of the digital kind
- Antibacterial handwash in 30 x 10ml bottles, everywhere
- Indigestion tablets
- A good book that you’ll read the introduction and the inside back panel of
- Mints
- Inflatables
- Cuddly toys
- 10 thousand pairs of pants
- Sudacream
- More Calpol
- Husband
