One of the very few good things about airports is the opportunity to observe returning holidaymakers – and their travel souvenir ideas. We have all sympathised at the sight of poor Mum staggering under the weight of a straw donkey the size of the Balearics, Dad clutching those strange long noodle floating things and, of course, the boys back from a stag weekend clutching anything that wasn’t tied down.

I have been the victim of a badly packed suitcase containing , it seemed, both olive oil and wine which, having been given the gentle touch of the baggage handlers had leaked over everyone else’s luggage – but no one observing my fairly frequent comings and goings would guess the nature of my chosen souvenir – packet soups! [Read more…]