Being Catherine De Nerve

I’ll probably never see the Voyager blast off into space, but it’s like Cape Canaveral in this house as we start the countdown to lift-off on Tuesday.

Old habits die hard.   When I was growing up, certain things had to be done before going on a journey.

1. The List was drawn up of things to pack, things to do, and things to arrange. This was meticulously followed to the letter.The house had to be spring-cleaned, cupboards repacked, and tidied.
2. The Last Will and Testament drawn up or updated.
3. An official letter was drafted and sent to all and sundry to inform them of the forthcoming event.
4. The doctor and dentist had to be visited
5. Grooming was very important
6. Shopping for new underwear, shoes, gifts, and stationery had to be bought (the bread-and-butter letter)
7. The motorcar had to be serviced
8. A farewell dinner party had to be held, cocktails on the lawn followed by a full-on dinner party, full medals and swords too.
9. An inventory of jewellery and family silver had to be made and carted off to the bank for safekeeping.
10. The bank manager was informed and his telephone number was on standby for any eventuality.
11. The pre-holiday photograph -everyone's uptight and sullen, the parents aren't talking, the kids have been warned to belt up, this isn't the time for funny buggers.

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In keeping with tradition, I’ve done:

1. No list – flying by the seat of my pants
2. Cleaned the house, vacuumed, and dusted
3. No Will – going the S.K.I.N route.
4. Dr and dentist – saw dentist in May before going to Botswana, he said I have the teeth of a horse
5. Went shopping for the new underwear – sizes have increased, came home depressed
6. Last time I asked my Precious to put my jewellery in his strong room at work, I found my Granny’s typewriter case (that’s my jewellery box) sitting forlornly on a chair in his office. When I asked what that was doing there, he didn’t even know it existed or what it was. So much for caring about my family jewels! Now I wear it all, if you’ve got it, flaunt it!
7. Have had the manicure, pedicure, pluck, wax, and eyebrows shaped.
8. Tomorrow, I get the grey right out of my hair
9. Packed – done and dusted, Monday I’ll start repacking. I’ve taken the bathroom scale out of storage, replaced the battery, and dusted it off.

No chance of a dinner party, we’re happy to get sloshed on our own. But we’ve been invited to a dinner party on Monday evening. Everyone knows/will know that we’re on holiday; social media takes care of that, and I’m going to Blog about it! The bank doesn’t want to see me, thank goodness. My cupboards haven’t been repacked, but the linen cupboard is perfect. All my Apps are installed, and I already have a minute-by-minute account of the weather conditions. iPod ready.

Every charger and accessory is accounted for; the laptop, tablet, GoPro, and smartphone have been de-bugged and cleaned up, ready to go. Camera-ready, CHARGER packed, and memory cards cleared, I still must clear the hard drive for photo storage.
Never done it before, but we'll do a long-arm selfie.
 

My Mom insisted that no matter where we went in a motor car or other mode of transport (I went to boarding school by train) we had to bath, wash behind our ears, my hair had to be washed and I had to sit in the sun to dry it, this was before the hairdryer was a common appliance, I had to brush it briskly 100 times and then it had to have a plait and my fringe was trimmed.   Our shoes had to have a military shine.   My dad clipped our nails; it was an ordeal because he believed in keeping them short.   I suffered from “catarrh,” so I had to blow my nose “properly” too.   Ten minutes before departure, we all had to use the bathroom.

As Billy Connolly remarked, has the state of someone’s underwear after an accident ever been discussed? I wonder why we had to use the bathroom as a matter of urgency if our bladders were never considered on the 8-hour journey, as there was no stopping, no eating, no fighting, and certainly no complaining once we hit the road! If, God forbid, we did have an altercation in the back seat, we were smartly side swiped twice, backhand and forehand.   I’m sure if we had been involved in a motorcar accident (thank God we didn’t), the headlines would’ve read “Five Knights Burst Bladders”. No one would’ve said a word about the state of our underwear!

This saga will continue as the story unfolds.

I have made progress, I've drafted a Will, it's going to cause a stir.