On holiday Fester and I normally share a room so our clothes go into the same piece of luggage.
It has become the custom for me to do the packing.
I require him to put out the clothing he wants to take.
Here is a Facebook account of a conversation during preparations for a
half term week away.
Sorting out stuff for packing.
Me "There's only four pairs of underpants there …"
Him "How many pairs do I need?"
Me "Well most people change them every day …"
Him "Oh I cannat be arsed with that."
and I won't even start on the socks ...
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