ESSIE
"Come on Neil, we're going to be late!" I shout up the stairs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he shouts back, lugging more suitcases than even I own out of his room.
"Are you sure you have enough though? Are you sure you don't need another bag? You know you can buy stuff in Norway, right? We live in a nature reserve but we do actually go to Oslo regularly and we do have access to online shopping," I say, laughing at him.
"I know but I'm not getting rid of my belongings, you have a private jet, all of this should be fine!" Neil says, laughing back.
I roll my eyes at him, going up the stairs to help drag his bags down. The taxi had already arrived and the driver had started dragging bags from the ground floor out and into his boot. Thankfully I had ordered the largest taxi they had i
