The great countdown

Yep its that time of year in my house when sanity goes into the bin and we females start the packing for our great escape. Its Top Gear Live season, sure this year there is no London for the 2nd week of madness nor are we going for the best part of a week, but instead for a day and a bit. Even that is thanks to a very generous friend who gave me the best 40th birthday present ever. Yet the planning and packing seems to have the same chaotic pattern as the last few years.

Partly due to my medication and making sure I don't forget anything important. But mainly to find a evening outfit striking enough to distract from my crutches. There is also the fact we are pretty much driving through the night to make the most of our escape, so I need to be in clothes that are comfortable enough for me to drive in and yet smart enough for the day. A woman's wardrobe is devised to cover these matters you see. At the moment we are choosing between combats or sweat pants, although it will probably be the former due to the pocket issues. Then there is the matter of a top. The N.E.C is always on the warm side, but I have to wear long sleeves due the pinching issues of crutches, so in theory it needs to be a zip up hoodie, but the zip will be uncomfortable on the journey, so we are now on two tops just for the day. Then there is the shoe issue, for the evening it is sorted to a tried and tested style of heeled boots, but for the day driving and then walking require two different types of trainer.

As you can see the whole principle of packing light is completely lost on me due to medical issues. Then there is my 70 year old mother, she can't adjust to temperature changes so its going to be layers for her. Sure a lot of this could be avoided if we weren't to be leaving before the birds wake, but it is a decent drive away and we ant to enjoy all of the day with the ability of doing it at our pace not a manic charge. Not to mention the annual night time celebration is the big bang of my 40th. So it is very important.

So you can imagine the now panic I am in as my make up bag has now revealed the fact that officially my black eyeliner is now dead and buried. So beyond saving is it that the only way forward is to replace it. Easier said than done, mainly as it is an inconvenience for me as I don't have time to order one by mail. As any woman will tell you make up is a personal thing, you can't just end the husband off with a shopping list and hope. So now I am facing a shopping trip to a chemist or store to play hunt the make up, trouble being none of these places have a mobility scooter available so it will be a case of either  battling through on crutches or doing with out.

So starts the great annual countdown, with mass panic, oh for a fairy god mother to sort this little issue to take the strain off me, we haven't even got to to the suitcase issue, which are in the loft!