All The Rest is Gone, She's Not Around

At 11pm last night, after weighing the suitcase and discovering it 3kilos too heavy, and removing the 2 extra litre bottles of Suntan lotion, the litre bottle of Handwash (don't ask), the hairdryer - professional size, and replacing it with a travel hairdryer, moving everything from "The Paris Hilton Case" to the "borrowed from Gran case", and finally getting within .3 of a kilo of the stipulated weight; she still wasn't happy.

She let us go to bed, advising that she would check her case once more to see if she could disgard 0.3 kilos of clothes from the 27 separate outfits which she had packed.

I Picked up my phone to check the time at 12 and noted a Twitter comment "Have searched thru my case, but I can't find a space for my wedges". Hmmm. Indeed.

At 3.30, we dragged her from her pit, and fed her and ourselves caffine. I watched Teleshoppping Channel for a "AhhhhhBra" . I want one now, who wouldn't want a bra that made you go Ahhh, and was designed by someone called Rhonda.

At 4pm. B's dad turned up, we gave her a hug; warned her to hide her money, not to get too drunk, use protection, dance hard, laugh loud and have fun.

Watch Out Zante....

The Girls Are a Coming!