Packed to the rafters

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

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