Excess Baggage

I'd barely fully packed for my trip before I realised my luggage was already 3/4 full.

I stare in amazement at my clothes, still folded on my bed. My jeans, flung unceremoniously in my wardrobe. The coats still snug on the hangers. The daily necessities, an awkward spraw on the floor.

And I'd havent even loaded anything yet into my luggage.

Yet, I only had a tiny corner left to epic squeeze everything in.




Because...








SOMEBODY thought he chihuahua size, and that he could sneak in and gatecrash my holiday without anyone noticing.

If I get jailed for illegal smuggling, you'll know whose fault it is.