CHAPTER FOUR
It was early the following Monday and the snow, which had also fallen in London, had subsided and was replaced by rain, the kind that soaks you from head to toe. Luckily, I had just managed to run down the steps to the tube before it came down really hard, and so I stood, in the dry tube station, waiting for the train that would take me into the city centre to work.
We’d got back from Lincoln the previous afternoon. Poor Liz had been nursing a hangover and had spent much of the train journey running to the toilet to throw up. Fortunately, the rest of us were well enough to look after her and to make sure nobody else tried to get into the toilet while she heaved and vomited all over the place.
We made sure she'd got home okay. Still living with her mum, we knew she was in go
