The Best Week of my Life Pt3
Under normal circumstances, a storm would dampen my mood irrevocably, but the one that raged for hours on Wednesday morning was nothing short of perfect. It meant that the three girls were unable to make good on their plan to head off to the beach and that would have seen them gone for the entire day. Instead, they were forced to stay at home with me, and to try to make their own fun. Slumping down in an armchair opposite the coach that had become a base, my fourteen-year old sister Sophie...