I recently spent a week in the South of France (I promise I'll stop talking about it soon) and a few days before the flight I had a nightmare.
No, I'm not being dramatic, I literally had a nightmare during my usually-peaceful slumber, in which I vividly watched airport security empty my entire beauty bag into the bin. I'm talking my best face moisturiser and my favourite long-lasting perfume that both cost a pretty penny. I stared in disbelief before the panic set in...and then I woke up – thankfully.