Friday, 7 June 2013

Farewell

It was always bound to end like this, but it is still sad to have to say goodbye.  I can't even remember how long it lasted - but longer than I could reasonably have expected.  Today I left my hotel in Florence, packing my suitcase in the bedroom but forgetting about the stuff in the bathroom.  So - goodbye to my faithful wash bag, and all its contents.  Without fail you have helped me to wash, shave,  and smell nice.  I'm sorry that I left you in Florence.