Had a minor meltdown yesterday when I realised we're off to Italy tomorrow. Italy: land of elegant women and haute couture, and I don't have a thing to wear!
I remedied that with a shopping trip this morning. I'm not a good clothes shopper though. I know what I like - and none of the shops sell exactly it. So I buy second-best and get home and realise that I don't have shoes to wear with it. Or a coat. But it's going to be nice weather isn't it?
And we're going to a Roman Catholic service on Sunday morning: will I need a hat? Maybe I should take my woolly pompom hat.
My panic earlier in the week was allayed by Younger Son who reassured me that they do have proper toilets in Italy. 'Even in the non-touristy remoter bits?'
'Yes ... except for one restaurant we went to in the hills that had a hole in the ground.'
So it'll be fine. I know it will and we'll have a lovely time eating and sightseeing and eating and failing to talk Italian and did I mention eating?