She’d checked everywhere from the fridge to the fruit bowl and now she was getting frantic.
Clive had sent a text, “pack your passport and bikini we’re off to Acapulco.”
Why wasn’t her life as neat and tidy as her sister’s - Mrs Two-Kids Two-Cars Two-Foreign-Holidays-a-Year.
Why wasn’t she as meticulously organised as Clive?
He could organise a successful bank raid and she couldn’t even find the bottom half of her favourite pink bikini.