The car skidded to a halt mere inches from the garage and
they negotiated the icy path to their front door. When Tony pushed it open a
lump of snow dropped down the back of Georgina’s collar. Then they discovered the electricity had failed again.
“Good thing I charged the laptop at work,” said Georgina,
sliding in a cd while Tony lit candles and phoned for a curry.
“I loathe this weather,” he said, “Let’s go abroad.”
“I’ll book somewhere online,” Georgina replied instantly, then she looked
at the screen and laughed aloud. “I don’t suppose you fancy going skiing?”
