One last time unto the breach

As I made my way from the Heathrow check-in desk past security and duty free to the gate, my tired eyes happened to fall on the smallish man ahead of me. He was wearing a big purple puffer jacket and slung over his arm was a Louis Vuitton bag. This could only mean one thing; I was on my way back to Japan. Only this time perhaps for the last time. I've had my fill and am full of homesickness after a wonderful holiday in England and Paris and I want more of that, and less of the purple sodding puffer jackets.