But WHAT has he got in his suitcase?

Sitting at Narita Airport, I was waiting for Angela to retrieve our suitcases. It was taking ages and I started to feel like a piece of unclaimed baggage. Maybe it was time to look for a new support companion. There were plenty of other crazy people to travel with.

Finally she was back, calmly walking with suitcases stashed under her arms. 

“Have you got a supply of custard squares in your case?” she asked, “it was heavier than I expected and I had to fight off a Sumo Wrestler who thought it was his case.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes.