We absolutely have to get this damn bag closed!” I beg my friends. “Darling, if you weren't taking so much stuff with you—” Laura points out crossly. I look at her with indignation. “It was you who bullied me into bringing all this stuff!” Vera laughs. “Actually, you're right – it was us.” Laura doesn't look convinced, though. “We only put in the clothes you're going to need. She must have put a load of totally useless junk in here too.” “Like what?” I ask, insulted. “Like your bloody financial newsletters, for one! And don't you deny it!” shouts my friend. “As a matter of fact I did notice some paper in there,” says Vera, angrily. I raise my hands in defence. “It's only what I absolutely need. Come on, push!” “The clothes are strictly necessary, paperwork is for the office,” says Laura. God, she's grumpy today. “Have you had a fight with David?” I ask her, because it is clear that my suitcase can't be the only reason for her mood. “Of course I've had a fight with David!”
