It was a couple of nights after Gran had told me her news. ‘I know. What’s happened to everyone?’ I asked. ‘I thought this was going to be the place to be when people started arriving back.’ ‘All off to their holiday homes – skiing in France, Switzerland, North America or catching some sun in the Caribbean, Thailand or India.’ ‘Where do you think we should go, dwarlings?’ asked Flo. ‘Cabin in the snowy mountains, beach house by the sea—’ ‘Or Primark down the mall?’ Meg interrupted. ‘I think one should stay in London this year. Jetting off is so last decade, don’t you think?’ Pia replied in her posh Queen’s voice. ‘Deffo,’ I said, copying her in my own posh voice as I attempted to straighten my hair with my GHDs. ‘It’s so common to travel when everyone else does, one thinks. But the Lewises will be here, won’t they? I bet they’ll make their apartment look fabbie and festive.’ ‘Actually, I’ll be away,’ said Flo.
