"Aaachhh, that was nice," I patted my belly, took a sip of wine and then had my first look around. I noticed a young guy walking up to the buffet and saw...
"Ooops, I had totally forgotten about that, girls. Have you all still got those cards? We're supposed to put our names on it and wear them, so we're recognizable... Aw, I hate my Bermuda bag... everything in there seems to vanish..."
I delved into the depths of my bag and finally found one card, a bit greasy from the half-eaten choc bar, a bit crumpled because my favourite book had crushed it. I took it out, pressing it flatly on the table.
"Gah, this will have to do. Don't look at me like that, I know I'm a bit unorganised..."
Thankfully the ballpoint pen hadn't found its way through the hole in the lining completely, I could kidnap and lead it to its original destiny. I carefully drew my name in clear bold printing letters and held it up.
"Can you read it? Hypatia, DQueene? Yes, it's a bit lopsided, but can you read it at some distance?"
Both nodded and I carefully pinned it on my sweater, pricking myself of course. "That's exactly the reason I don't wear brooches," I sighed, sucked at my bleeding finger and took another curious look around.
