I’m a self-confessed scruncher. This was also the article in which I admitted to having visited Sexpo.
There is one thing I never leave home without and it’s not my American Express. It’s the first item to go into my suitcase and the first to be unpacked. It’s on my packing checklist three times.
‘Mahal, did I pack the—‘
‘Yes!’ my husband usually groans in exasperation after hearing the same question for the umpteenth time.
‘OK, just checking…’ I rummage around for a few seconds. ‘Where? Where is it? OH, MY GOD, WHERE IS MY TABO?’ Continue reading