Episode 73 - A Sham ‘Swiss Hotel’, Nice, France, 2 January
The phone rings, waking me up. I grab it from the night table and press ‘answer’.
‘Yes?' I say, my voice hoarse from sleep.
'Hey, lovely, what's up?' I hear Patrick's cheer.
'Lovely yourself! How many times I have to tell you not to call me ‘lovely’?'
'Yeah-yeah, what, the princess isn't in the mood today?' he carries on.
'Stop it!'
'Relax, lovely. I think working together bonds us in a rather intimate way, don't you find? ' he lowers his voice to a whisper.
'Whatever. Have you received my email?'
‘Yes,' he sighs.
'And?'
'Nothing. Who's sent you this crap?'
'None of your business. Can you speak like a normal person?
Throwing the duvet off, I get up and come to the window, swinging it wide open.
'I do, lovely, I do,’
