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Pool Party
For once, Zak had a point. And seeing as most of us were used to perilous situations, it wasn’t too hard to summon an appetite.
So I acted as the muscle to Giles and Roni as we drove into Portofino in a white BMW hire car. The shops were open—and packed with people stocking up for a siege. We filled a trolley from the local supermarket and grabbed a few takeaway pizzas on the way home.
There was a freedom to this end of the world stuff. Suddenly all the little petty things that preoccupy you just melt away. Like, I could cram as many iced donuts down my neck as I liked, without worrying about turning into a podger.
The same went for the awesome Italian pizza they had. The bread from the bakery. Chips, crisps, dips, chocolates. We sat around devouring the whole lot, watch
