The holiday was doomed from the start. They’d typed her surname wrong on the flight ticket – put a B instead of R at the beginning of Radluck - and that always spelt trouble. Whenever her name was printed that way on a ticket, something went wrong - like the time she went to see Les Misérables and a piece of the set had fallen down and knocked the lead unconscious. It’d never happened with a flight ticket before and she was in two minds whether or not to board the plane. However, deciding the waste of the flight money would be disaster enough in itself, she downed two straight whiskies and got on. To her relief the flight was one of the smoothest she’d ever experienced, and thanks to the effects of the whiskey she’d been out cold for most of it.
On arriving at the hotel she was dumfounded to discover that it looked even better in bricks and mortar than in the brochure. She literally skipped to the reception desk to check in.
“I’m sorry, there’s been a problem with your booking.” The reception lady’s face and tone said it all. The party was over.
“It appears your room’s been double-booked. We’re going to have to upgrade you to a suite. No extra charge of course.”
The party was just warming up.
After unpacking, she headed straight to the pool where an extremely complimentary barman handed her a complimentary cocktail.
“What glorious weather!” she remarked to the lady on the adjacent sun-lounger.
“Yes indeed, it’s been like it all season apparently.”
She stretched out on her chair, shut her eyes, and prepared for the hot Mediterranean air to penetrate every pore of her sun-starved body. It was at that precise moment she felt the first drop of rain.
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