If you ever pass me going from one place to another (please say hello), I'll probably be carrying 17 bags because I have to bring All The Things (TM) when I'm going anywhere, just in case. Yes, I'm only walking to the village shop across the road to buy butter, but what if I get delayed on the way? Wouldn't that be a perfect opportunity to mend the holes in my socks? And what if - as I queue to pay for the butter - I'm struck by an urge to read about Medieval Swedish cuisine? It could happen. Or Continue Reading