...but not in our case. Me being me, and as previously mentioned, I like to plan. I like to know where, when, and how. Don't get me wrong, I can do spontaneous - I just like to know when I supposed to be spontaneous.
Our current state of play is that we have campsites booked for Tuesday night and Thursday night, with Friday to Sunday being Festival accommodation, and Lizzy having to be back home by Tuesday. As yet Wednesday night and the following Monday night are unplanned (or should I say unbooked!). I'm currently waiting for a call back from a campsite after I left a pleading message for a pitch on Wednesday - but somehow I don't think campsites call back. I'm trying to work out how long I leave it before I try them again.
However, what is in my control is the packing. Currently my bed is piled full of clothes for every eventuality of weather, bits of camping equipment, and various medicines and other bathroom type stuff. What I must remember to do before I go out for a drink tonight to celebrate the start of my holiday, is to pack it or at least move it off the bed. Otherwise the whole lot will probably be dump on the floor in a tipsy display to try and get to bed.
Update: I caved and phoned the campsite back again, and this time got through to a person. After a lot of 'uming' and 'oooh we're quite busy' comments she finally found a pitch for us with an electric hook up. I love it when a plan comes together!
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