I have PLENTY of time to pack!

My dad called today, and asked me if I was almost done packing. When I told him I hadn't started, he said I had more of my mother in me than he had initially suspected. Here it is, Departure Eve, and I've just started to gather stuff together. The mostly-full suitcase you see in the picture belongs to Bob, who's been packing for two weeks. For two weeks I've been bombarded with questions like "How many pairs of socks are you taking?" He has packed 10 pair, despite my assurances that they have laundry facilities in England.

The flight leaves at 6:40 p.m. tomorrow, and I just won't be rushed....