"Night dress,"
"Check," I answered dully,
"Jeans."
"Check." I had been betrayed. Pure betrayal and guilt swept through my Mother's pale face as she realised that sending me away to my horribly disgusting aunt and fantasticly boring cousins was not going to be forgotten.
" Now what do I need?" I asked as if nothing in the world was ever going to go right ever again.
"Just this." My Mum said passing me a photo.

In the train I was just about to throw away the photo of betrayal as I called it, when a note slipped out of the frame.