Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

I have not yet started packing; I shall do that shortly while Furtle is Warcrafting. She has broken the back of her packing requirements, though it is likely that a decant into another bag (one with wheels and a handle, similar to the one, for instance, that I have been trying to lend her...) will be needed.

As a final run through the stuff she needs to take, she asked me to read her (very long) checklist back to her.

Now, I'm not saying that her handwriting leaves something to be desired, but amongst the bits I could decipher, there were these gems that had us rolling around in mirth:

Eye Mash, which turned out to be the less alarming eye mask (for sleeping on the plane);
Tit Paste(!), which it transpires is rather less interesting "T&T paste" or toothbrush and toothpaste;
fissures, which I managed to decode into the more reasonable tissues; and finally,
Dead Rat, which I am assured is the rather less pungent and more fragrant deodorant.

Travel with Furtle is not dull by any means.