Her and Cliff are off on a rock and roll weekender. It's like Carry on Camping down there. A weekend trip. Friday afternoon to Monday afternoon. And they're taking sixteen bags with them.
I really don't want to ask. I just take the bags down and laugh at the pile compiling downstairs.
Ten minutes before I head off to pick up Jess. I've got a CD, my GBA, some money, and I've a debit card. Wish I didn't have my bag nicked by Mum, though.
