I used to have this fantasy that I would bump into the girl of my dreams in a branch of Millets and we’d be there fighting over the last tent left but in the end we’d decide to share the tent and spontaneously elope to France together and live happily ever after. But now I’m now less romantic and more realistic, you can buy tents on line, not just from Millets and I never want to live in a country where it’s illegal to name a pig Napoleon. Just in case.
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