Talking about holidays, one of my greatest joys comes early in the trip----spotting my suitcase on the luggage carousel. Particularly if it shows up early. There's something delightful about stepping smugly forward and plucking your suitcase from the conveyor belt as the rest of your fellow passengers stare expectantly at those little flaps, waiting to see what emerges. Sadly, this doesn't happen very often. My case seems to slot comfortably into the penultimate loading spot and Baggage Reclaim is half empty by the time it turns up. By then, I've convinced myself it's somewhere over the Pacific on a Quantas flight.
My dream is to, one day, be the owner of the first case to arrive on the carousel. I am a man of limited ambitions.
