airport toblerone? spoiled child

and a backpack of packs of lambert and butler

i have a theory that good things wait for those who come

different but the same

i remember back in the heady days of the european union when there was free movement of goods and persons. when a soul could stock up on several thousand cigarettes at the airport shop, sold in such a big packet that it came with straps so it could be easily transported back to blighty.

we have always lived in absurd times.