It’s been pretty busy here, since i had to got to Madam Pomfrey’s to have some muggle dental surgery done. The procedure is now all done, but I have to spend some time in the infirmary to recover.
So I thought I’d come up with a list of 5 things that I’d take with me if I ever need to go into hiding. Just in case you never know 😉 These are also things that I have sneaked into the infirmary with me.
- My brand new Kindle DX. It just arrived today and I’m already in love! This is my second e-book reader and I love that I can have thousands of books at my finger tips. I’m a huge bookworm, so I can’t go into hiding without having lots of reading materials!
- My iPod. I can’t live without music and audiobooks, so I’d have to bring my iPod with me into hiding.
- A sock project with extra sock yarn. I can’t go into hiding without brining some knitting and the perfect on-the-go projects, socks!
- My Power Monkey Battery Charger. I’m bringing this with me and the solar power panel for charging. (I don’t own the solar panel for my Power Monkey, but I really would get one if I went into hiding) I need this just in case I need to charge my Kindle or iPod, while in hiding because you might not have access to electricity.
- A towel. Not only because I’m a HHGTTG fan. The reason is here in this long quote written by Douglas Adams (from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)
“A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)”
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