The first time I visit the US was in 2002 when we met up with mum, dad and Sam in Florida for a family holiday of a lifetime. It was during this holiday then Sam introduced us to Junior Mints. One taste and we were all addicted. Sam brought packets of the mints over when she visited in 2005 and when Joules and I went to New York we stocked up on plenty of packets to bring home. Therefore Ben and I were delighted when mum gave us five packets from her recent trip to Canada. We refrained from eating them in Bristol and they were duly packed into my suitcase and flown home across the Irish Sea. Ben was so excited he opened the case to give his daddy his and to get his own. Mollie took her packet the day she returned from camp and the remaining two were safe in my suitcase (ok, I know, I hadn't got around to unpacking yet)! Today I started to unpack the case and found only one packet of Junior Mints, where was the other, have those airports workers sneaked a packet (unfortunately I had the case with me as hand luggage so I can't blame them). So if you find a packet of Junior Mints lying around they're mine and I want them back pronto...please.