“Tell me about this currency reform,” said Mark, as he offered Jim an after dinner glass of port.
“Oh no, please don’t,” Annabel complained. “Come on, Sophia, I’ll help you with the coffee.”
“To be honest, I know no more than you do. It looks like we’ll have a different currency to the midlands and the south.”
“That won’t help, the situation is already tense.”
There was the sound of crashing crockery from the kitchen.
“Oh, God! Mark! Jim! Come quick!”
Mark and Jim rushed through to the kitchen to find Annabel on the kitchen floor, surrounded by broken crockery.
“What happened?” Jim asked, bending down to find Annabel was still conscious.
“She just fainted,” said Sofia.
“I’m okay,” said Annabel, sitting up.
“Let me drive you home,” said Mark.
“No, it’s okay, thank you,” said Anna
