6
EMMY
“Okay, so we need a new plumber.” I turned to Sky. “And you can stop laughing.”
She didn’t. And how the hell was I meant to find a decent plumber? I’d have to call Bradley, but Bradley had gone to visit a friend in New York this weekend, which meant he’d be asleep right now and probably hung-over when he woke up.
Great.
When I opened the door to Paige’s stable, three small brown things shot out. Mice? Baby rats? Mutant spiders? They bolted into a snaking mass of ivy and disappeared.
Just great.
Lying awake in the early hours, I’d had a vague idea that we could convert part of the stable block into something more habitable if the main house was a lost cause. Sewerage could be a problem, but many stable yards had water and mains electricity already installed, and some had groom
