No, not so much the Martini's (although I wouldn't complain a bit!) but. . . Where's James???? Just to be able to travel and pack what we used to. . .remember those days? Anyway, before I get off on some tangent (again!) let me show you what I did manage to stuff into my teeny, tiny sad excuse for a suitcase:
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