CHAPTER 15
THE RAIN RETURNED to torment us the following week, which meant I had the constant joy of eight muddy horses, and worse, I discovered one of my boots leaked.
By the time Friday evening arrived, I was dead on my feet, and I began to see the attraction of Susie’s spa. All I wanted was to sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine, but as I didn’t have a bath or any wine, that option was out. And if yesterday and the day before’s showers were anything to go by, I didn’t have any hot water either.
So I did the next best thing. I changed into my newly acquired yoga pants, wrapped the duvet around myself, then settled onto the good end of the sofa to watch a movie about mutant guinea pigs.
The opening credits were barely over when my phone rang on the other side of the room. Why di
