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We have crisps. And bins, and Tescos, and trackie bums, and lots and lots of books.

When I was small, one of my big sisters had an Indiana Jones lunchbox. It was metal, and rattly, and completely impractical for actual lunch-carrying purposes (unless you like your sandwiches to taste of tin). But I loved it. I coveted it. It had Indy on, and I love Indy. There's something irresistible about Stuff… Continue reading We have crisps. And bins, and Tescos, and trackie bums, and lots and lots of books.