I can safely claim to be a nervous wreck, we
moved into number seventeen, rejoicing in the
riverfront scene, three glorious nights, then we
had to move out for two nights, had to pack up
everything and I had brought more stuff than
before, project book and magazines and extra
Clothes and cushions for the cold, hard iron
chairs outside and after two nights at another
site, we moved back into number seventeen,
now my nerves are shot, I tried not to unpack
again at our second stop, to leave everything
in my suitcase, dug around in it trying to find
Something to wear, had to hang up several
pieces of clothing, then had to pack up this
morning, now I’m totally confused: what to
take out, what to leave in, tomorrow morning
we are leaving so best would be to unpack
nothing, but the night is cold, winter pajamas
And socks are required, tomorrow thick pants
and leg warmers and fleeces in the talking car,
an electronic wonder almost driving itself, yet
clueless as far as air-con goes - though you
turned it to 19 degrees, my feet froze and I
shivered in my seat so I need fleeces and
Thick socks for my frozen toes, the car informs
you with screeches and squeaks when you cross
the line in the middle of the road and slacks off
when nearing another vehicle, but freezes the
passenger in the front seat, an icy wind that
threatens my life and you just laugh, it gives
You kicks to be cold while you drive - well, I’m
not a robot like you; back to the subject at hand:
had to unpack tea, coffee, sugar and milk, and
tomorrow must pack butter, bread and cheese
from the fridge and most importantly, cool drinks
for the road - with cold fear gripping my heart
I check: two torches, camera, binoculars, cool
box, laptop, tablet - and wonder how we shall
survive another round of packing up again, you
nearly forgot your camera in the other tent; what
about my extra pillow and shoes - and I give up,
tomorrow the drama of packing up starts again
I cannot start that fight in the darkness of night…
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