By the end of the second show, the girls had already packed down their caravan, the cupboard doors were tied together with string, the caravan legs had been wrenched up, the electric cable and water pipes had been rolled and stored, and the gas bottle sat in the middle of the floor. The girls hung around their van, waiting impatiently for Alfonso’s arrival. When they saw him striding towards them, they held out their hands in mock fashion, showing him how prepared they were to leave at the first available opportunity.
Alfonso stopped short with his hands on his hips and shook his head. "Wow! I’m impressed," he said as the girls grinned in unison. "But, I’m sorry, you will have to wait until the last. I have my orders." He felt uncomfortable when he saw their smiles disappear quicker than
