After an emotional and whirlwind trip back to the Philippines, J1 and I collected the folks from the airport in the early hours on Sunday morning. Mum and dad both had to work that evening and were exhausted but they both got stuck into unpacking. There's just something about leaving bags packed in our family.
When I arrived home after midnight on Sunday night, I was buggered (I fell asleep on the plane when we were *landing*!!!) and fighting off some evil airplane-borne lurgy but couldn't rest until I had unpacked my bags and put things away.
Anyway... as with most trips to the Philippines, there was a bounty of preserved fruit unearthed from the luggage:
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Based on the boxes cleverly disguised as 'shelving' in my closet, I don't think it applies to moving.
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