The more astutely observant amongst you may have surmised that I am currently travelling alone…
Mrs Shpics was otherwise engaged, so with my camera around my neck and my pockets full of love tokens, I sobbed my way alone to the airport.
I have been in daily contact, but, between you and me dear reader, it’s not nearly enough….
I MISS HER DESPERATELY!
The trouble is, I know I’m a big boy now, but I simply shouldn’t be allowed to look after myself! My personal hygiene goes out the window, my vices, (and there are lots of them), kick in big style and I lay awake all night, gnashing my teeth and crying huge, salty tears into my pillow…..POOR POOR MR SHPICS!
I post this photo purely that she may realise, that as well as all that, THE UNTHINKABLE HAS FINALLY HAPPENED, Mr Shpics is off his food ! It’s a first believe me!
Sweetheart, if you’re reading this, you need to leap onto an aeroplane and come and save me from myself….That’s not even proper tobacco!!!!!!
ps. And bring some sandwiches!
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