I was visiting my good friend a couple of weeks ago and over a delicious meal of Dahl, we got to talking about travel and all the places we want to go before we depart this mortal coil.
Part of that conversation lead to us reminiscing about the places we had been and very quickly I was telling her all about my OE to Paris when I was 22 and in particular, the bit about how on the very first day I had every last drop of my insulin stolen from the backpackers where were were staying (see the picture of our balcony inset with Montmartre peaking out in the background).
The story of that is for another post maybe…
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Tagged as insulin theft, travelling
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