If Hugh Grant in Love Actually said the arrivals gate is the place for love, then where does that leave departures? Because for me, the departure gate is the place for stress, sweat and to top it all off, overweight suitcases. As you can probably already tell, I'm a joy to travel with. Seriously, though, when it comes to going on holiday, packing is, by far, the worst part. Perhaps the only thing worse than that is knowing I'm sealing my own fate by overpacking and thus being hit with an overweight fee, a suitcase that doesn't roll properly because of said overweightness, and undoubtedly an Urban Decay palette that won't make the journey without cracking.

How do I know all this, you might wonder? After clocking up a decent amount of air miles myself, I've learned the hard way that the

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