Planet Mad

I have a sneaking suspicion that packing is going to turn into a last minute frenzy, with piles of clothes, books and other assorted junk scattered across the flat in a seemingly random way which is nonetheless highly structured and deeply methodical. It's the chaos theory approach to holiday preparation, working on the theory that chaos now means that it's going to be just fine later on. At least, that's what I'm trying to persuade myself.