“Well,” Mark yawned. “If we’re going to this Karaoke, we ought to start stirring our stumps.”
Looking up, I found the sun had gone behind one of the apartment blocks and my lounger was in the shade. I decided I was ready to go. I hoped I hadn’t overdone the sunbathing and wouldn’t regret it later.
We gathered our things together and went up to the apartment to shower and change. Mark had suggested we arrive early and snag one of the few booths at the back of the room. The booths were fairly secluded as they were surrounded on three sides by wooden trellising with creeping plants running up them.
Luck was on our side; about half the booths were empty when we entered. We settled in with soft drinks and a few pre-dinner snacks.
Peter began the proceedings by telling everyone this was a
