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Cracker Smuggling

We had a lovely time staying with Simon in his manor in Cornwall for the last week, waking up to the sounds of cows and appreciating some of the small luxuries of northern Europe like decent supermarkets again. Yesterday we flew back to London Stansted, Carita caught a flight to Finland, and I flew up to Colin's in Glasgow. Carita had bought a load of crackers to take back with her (as they don't exist in Finland) but wasn't allowed to take them onto the plane - she was told that they were explosives and they could go off in the hold! So instead we sat pulling them in the airport, pissing off security, who later retaliated by once again pulling me out for a 'random search'. They didn't look deep enough to find my hidden crackers though.

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