”“Poor sod’s in hospital with a smashed leg. They’ve drunk us out of house and home and now they’re having the most terrific party. ”But Malise wasn’t listening. Even worse, she’d been sitting on her bed, trimming her bush with nail scissors, when Charlene had walked in with some ironed clothes and Helen had hastily to pretend she was cutting her toenails.
“Your lover’s had an accident,” drawled Rupert. “Ivor Braine and John. The soap was beginning to disperse the bubbles. When they got home she helped him upstairs.
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