I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a traveling girl called Suitcase. She smells of Himalayan goat's milk and is always on the go.
Oh how I long to meet up with Suitcase for a coffee and a chat about her extraordinary adventures. I too, have been on many hair-raising escapades: Toronto, South Clapham, Alton Towers, and I’m sure we would bond in an instant were she able to find the time in her busy schedule for a lonely boy such as I. But every time I email her saying, 'lets meet up on Wednesday or Thursday or Friday. I really do not mind'. It seems the Gods are always against us, and Suitcase sadly ends her briefly worded email to me with yet another boldly typed GOODBYE!!!