All of a quiver

Raped, burned and driven over a cliff, Cerys? Sounds like a quiet weekend to me. No, I’m sure we’ll be getting into much more trouble than that. The vodka is chilled, my nails are painted, and my clothes are ironed (choice of several outfits, still haven’t decided). Had to clean the mud off my heels, I may be a country girl at heart but I don’t have to look like one. Bag is packed, make up ready for the morning, directions all sorted, what HAVE I forgotten? There must be something, there always is.

Ok all you girls who are going this time, we’re on our way, see you very soon. You will tell me if I forget to put my skirt on won’t you?