I know this is going to make me look far too easy to please, but when you're still fighting jetlag and all the clothes you actually want to wear are in dirty bundles in your suitcase, the definition of happiness is someone coming home with your favourite Japanese take-out for you to hoover at your own dining table, before passing out in bed:
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I get so excited when it arrives |
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Demolishing it |
Fiji tomorrow! Can't wait.
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