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The weather forecast reckons there’ll be rain today, but I can’t see it happening. Either way, I’m not going anywhere. My hangover’s still raging and the huge fried breakfast has made me feel even more tired.
The photos have been playing on my mind ever since I got up, no matter what I’ve tried to do to distract myself. Deep down, I know there’s only one thing for it. It isn’t going to be pretty — hell, it’s going to be like throwing a lit match at a box of fireworks — but I need to call Mandy and talk it over with her. She might not be an expert in diplomacy, but she’s rarely wrong.
She’ll know something’s wrong as soon as I call her. Although we’re close, we don’t tend to phone each other for the sake of it. There’ll be the odd text here and there, plus our weekly catch-ups at Zizi’
