Ooops

This is friend S trying to mitigate the damage to the hotel room wall (and ceiling, carpets, table, armchairs and bed) caused by the unexpected explosion of the contents of a bottle of prosecco we brought along to start off the party with a bang - which it did. One of her colleagues at work was being treated to a surprise hen party at a rather swish spa hotel in the Northwest of England, which I won't name in case they charge us for repainting the room. Prosecco is apparently very good at removing emulsion paint from walls, meaning that towel had to be hurriedly washed, along with S's undergarments after laughing too much. Who says mature ladies don't have fun?