“Well, hello bitches!”
The girls turned around to see Michelle entering the conservatory. A couple sitting at a far table looked up at her announcement, then went back to their newspapers, shaking their heads.
Michelle was wearing a huge white T-shirt with a picture of all the girls, minus Trisha, taken on one of their famous bar-crawls, printed on the front, which she had ordered before the trip. The shirt covered her almost down to her knees, and it was so large that it flowed around her legs like a kaftan.
“Finally,” announced Val.
“We thought you were going to spend your last day in bed,” said Carly, sarcastically.
“No such luck,” replied Michelle, pulling out a chair to join the others. “There are still a couple of fellas in this place I haven’t snogged yet,” she laughed at her o
