My work rucksack broke the other week. Lots of people took no time at all to tell me that it was too full of stuff: laptop, notebooks, power cables, various chargers, a tourist's guide to Dublin, you know, all the essentials.
And indeed it was heavy. All my rucksacks seem to get mysteriously heavy over time - I think it's physics more than anything - and so ultimately, in the case of my overflowing, fully-stuffed, multi-pocketed work bag, I tried to do it up and the zip broke.
Naturally then, at the earliest possible opportunity (and on the advice of my friends and family) I bought a new one: a nice shiny flat one that you can walk out of the store with, slung over your shoulder with the tag bobbing on the handle.
I thought about my friends and family this morning as I stuffed my raincoat into that new rucksack. I needed my laptop and a charging cable, so obviously they slipped in. So did the iPad (I need it for later) and of course its own charger (always useful). Then my lunch (sandwiches and a fruit pot) and a bottle of water (of which I don't drink enough), a spare jumper, two packs of Munchies, and a banana.
I swung the rucksack over my shoulder and climbed into it like a paratrooper. It was heavy. Of course it was. Physics eh.
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