Why don't you pack it up

Packing day hath arrived and with it cleaning and washing. Well the son and heir is housesitting so I have to at least hoover and change the bed. At least while there may be more to pack than the Berlin trip it all should hopefully weigh less. There will be no latex outfits and no steel boned corsets or silly shoes this trip, just thin cotton and sandals in anticipation of sunshine.
Do we pack the frocks yet or leave them until the morning? Will there be enough room for the big camera or not. It will be no disappointment if there isn't as it only means I have to lug it round with me and get moaned at if I leave it in the room. There was a time of course when clothes made way for the camera but they have long past, so has the need for carrying extra lenses and equipment for the sake of it.
It has been decided that madam needs a restful break and so I hear does Dolenta, who is suffering from the builders and decorators woes.