Shocking revelation in

today's paper...

the headlines screamed...

'Most of women's

holiday clothes return

unworn!'

This is news...

broadsheet to boot?

Over the years

we have been very, very fortunate

to travel to many exotic faraway

places in the world.

And with just the exception of the Artic,

where packing Liberty

bodices and big thick knicks in

hand luggage is taking

the fleecy-lined Michael. 

We have latterly only ever taken

carry on luggage...

'Ooh Matron!'

The joy, when you swan off the plane

and head straight out is

not to put too fine a point on it...

Amazing,

especially on the trip home.

Outward journey; you then have to wait

for the others also booked for 

paradise.

Smug is the look that

is writ large on your chops,

as you peel off the sexy

flight socks and let it all hang out.

Books are by far the weightiest

items in my case.

Shifts, swimsuits,

Isambard Kingdom Brunel strength brassieres, 

knickers and sandals.

Is all this 'girl' needs.

Before you say what about a kindle?

What about a Kindle?

I got it into my head that electronic

books are full of the

Reader's Digest condensed finest.

That went out of the window in

short order...

I'm nothing if not dogmatic.

Professor Karen Pine, 

a researcher in development psychology said...

women yearn for home comforts whilst away.

'They over-pack to cope with those feelings of stress

 and reduce the uncertainty.'

Uncertainty?

Yer, right: like the sort of uncertainty...
 as to whether to wear

the spangly bikini or the burka?

Drink bubbles, Breezers or Adam's ale?

If this is to be believed then men

must pack chisels and hammers

in order to not feel their

DIY skills will depart at the speed

that they sink Tiger beer.