Let's stick together...

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Daughter number two arrived back home yesterday afternoon.  I knew it would only be a matter of time before she headed down the M40, in hot pursuit of the precious university stuff (aka crap) which we collected on Saturday.  How she has managed five days without a silk flower arrangement, a piece of carpet, a slow cooker, a carrier bag full of hair extensions and two vases full of Christmas decorations, I shall never know.

She brought with her the LSB (long suffering boyfriend) as they are getting ready for an end of university jaunt across Asia (it's easier pinning their trip to a continent, as I can't say, spell or remember any of the places they plan to visit).  At this point, I would like to remind all of you that the husband and I are managing a week in a friend's cottage in Wales and another week in a shed on a Dorset beach.  And we have jobs....there's something not quite right there...

Anyway, standing in the middle of daughter number two's wardrobe, sorry, I mean bedroom, surrounded by clothing mountains, stood two large rucksacks.  One for each of them.  About a quarter of the space was taken up with clothes in each of them, whilst the other three quarters was filled with medicines and first aid paraphernalia.  It would appear that the last pharmacy they will ever see is somewhere in Cologne, and as daughter number two said, 'You can't be too careful...'  Apparently, there are no pharmacies in Asia, at least not ones selling Imodium or Anadin...

So she's covered for insect bites, diarrhoea, flesh wounds, and vomiting.  She'll also be prepared if they need water purified or suffer from an allergic reaction to some hideous street food.  I have named their trip the Superdrug Tour.  All she needs is some cheap makeup and bleach (never quite understood why a chemist would sell bleach) and she could set up her own pop-up store over there, healing the sick and wounded backpackers of Europe. 

When I questioned their lack of clothing, the LSB said that they were going to live in harem pants for the month.   Great, so not only are they going to be travelling chemists, they are both going to resemble Ali Baba (that might explain why she was so fond of that bit of carpet we brought back).

But they both seem really prepared for their once in a lifetime trip.

It's me that's not...

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