It took her half an hour to unblock the toilet, someone having overindulged at the previous evening’s buffet. By the time she had gone back to her room to shower and change, it was nearly lunchtime, but her arms were starting to tighten up. She was used to physical work but the sheer effort of trying to shuffle down a ski slope on a snowboard which refused to behave had used an entirely different set of muscles to the ones she used to unblock pipes. She could see herself getting up tomorrow morning and not being able to brush her teeth.
In an attempt to both avoid turning into a rusted up robot and keep her mind off Doreen’s threatened arrival, she decided to take a walk outside. The snow had stopped and the air was clear and crisp, a light breeze biting at her cheeks. The faint tinkle of
