Flowery tart!

I had eaten my egg sarnie and was looking out of the window at gate 17 when like a proud parent, I spotted my gorgeous little case (with scarf round the handle) gliding elegantly up the ramp into the luggage hold.

My joy evaporated quickly. Look at the state of that thing in front! Some cheap, flowery wide boy taking advantage of my case was more than I could bear. All I could think of was of a sobbing discarded case and flowery baby cases after the Mile High Club!

I glugged a small bottle of Prosecco (thinking of Shev and Maralyn) while flying and then waited impatiently by the luggage carousel once off the plane. Flowery man came out three cases ahead of mine.

He was such a shallow case...

Track? I want Tinsley! - Mystery to Me