The hook of love!

Under the drips of my bikini drying on the overhead train rack Bob and I settled into our holiday with a bottle of red wine and some cheese sandwiches. After an hour or so we were most excited when we pulled up beside the sea! Off we go!

We happily re enacted the Titanic old people dying in bed scene (whoops sorry your duvet got so wet and spitty there, Bob) in our little cabin and then spent an hour putting on make up. Ready for duty free now. That's where the disco is at FYI. We decided the best way to get duplicate free testers of Dooleys at the duty free counter was to flirt with the cashier. A little too successfully as soon we had a napkin with his room number on it.. Uhoh. Time to leave. By now a female staff member had started following us round incase we were shoplifting. Seeing as we had so much make up on, and so many testers of expensive cleansers at our disposal, we poured an amount of a few different ones into our sticky paws and sealed them up. Then quickly tried to walk back to our cabin.

Apprehended! Suddenly our flirty cashier and another man jumped out at us on deck ten. Oh my gosh. They wanted to help us find our room. I bet they did. We quickened pace, trying to contain the face cleanser in our hand at the same time as drunkenly trying to hide our room from them. This didn't help as then we looked lost. "What's in your hand?" They asked Bob.

Errrrr, drunk face, voice warble, "I cut myself". She's extending her arm away from them with her fist clenched painfully and making eyes as if she's dying. Drips of blue liquid shimmering from under her finger tips. Maybe she's blue blooded. "Let's see?" He makes a grab.

"Err no it's ok". She's practically convulsing out of their grasp by now with desperate eyes like a goldfish trying to breathe. I was still pretending we didn't know where our room was at the same time as Bob was outside it trying to jam the key card in whilst  blue clinique toner seeped from her fake hand wound.  They looked confused.

"So do you want to come for a drink?"

"No, we're too injured", I managed to squeal as I tumbled in on top of Bob.

 "Phew, well done Franny, I probably would have just gone if you hadn't been so firm".