It was raining heavily in the early morning, one week from Christmas, and Francis stood outside Ralph's flat banging on the door. When Ralph finally answered, Francis greeted him with a warm "Hey!" and walked past him up the stairs.
"What are you doing here mate?"
"Had to rent out my flat to pay for my ticket."
Ralph groaned. "You're not actually going ahead with this genuinely stupid plan?"
Francis laughed. "Bloody am. Think this is full of clothes? Like hell it is. It is chock full of condoms." Ralph rolled his eyes. Francis was such a dumbass sometimes.