All around is total havoc. Packing and repacking taking place on a daily basis. Is 20 kilos enough? Which shoes do I have to leave behind. What, are you going to Liskeard next Wednesday morning?
Do we have to go to that meeting next Monday?

How many shirts do you need? Isn't 10 enough?

The list of jobs to do seems to be growing rather than shrinking. To cap it all the garden is drenched, the lawn needs cutting, the veg plot needs turning over and we are off to a Ruby wedding celebration for four days. Who needs stress on this level?