Tuppence looked at her watch with a growing sense of alarm. The plane was going in forty minutes and she still hadn't checked in. Where was Sally! She should have been here by now. Sally had organised the whole holiday and where was she? She pulled out her mobile and dialled the number again. Sally's voice came over loud and clear. She had a loud clear voice, the sort of posh Home Counties cut glass voice, the sort that is always loud. "This is Sally here," her crisp efficient tones rang out loud and clear, "... or not here, which is why you need to leave me a message after the bleep." Tuppence didn't leave a message. She had already left six. What was she doing there? Her life was chaotic enough at the best of times, what with Tarquin and James, and what Tarquin thought of James, and how James hadn't approved of Tuppence losing all her clothes at the party and him being all beastly about it. So Sally had arranged the holiday; Sally was Jame...
I live in the south of England in a fairly small town. Quite pretty except when it’s raining. Lots of fields, trees and farms. You get my gist. It’s a sleepy place. So to go out, you go to bigger towns. Lucky for me public transport is pretty good. Trains or buses quite frequent, but better still get a boyfriend with a car This I did and he liked to drive me places. His car wasn’t too bad. Don’t ask me what it was. All I know is it had good sounds. It was silver and he loved it. He spent lots of time cleaning it, fixing it, talking about it. and showing it at shows, but he was also moaning about it constantly. It always needed something, but he loved it, probably more than he would admit. I liked it too, it wasn’t like his friends’ cars, always full of junk, but best of all if we went out in his car I sat in the front. Like his car he liked me to look good. I’m not the tall blonde bombshell type. I am almost five foot three. I am sporty, I spend a fe...