My friend Rainbow.

When it comes to jobs, my friend Rainbow — who happens to be Sebastian’s sister — is not the luckiest person on the planet. I put it down to her winsome nature.

I should qualify that a little. Rainbow has a voice that sound like a windchime. It tinkles it’s way into your ear with all the strength of a dragon fly’s fart. She does however loose her voice from time to time from excessive ‘om’ing. It’s an occupational hazard for yoga teachers like herself.

Rainbow would be much happier in the pages of an Agatha Christie novel. She’d surely be the twenty something girl falling in love with the son of the gardener in her father’s employ, looking after the family manor. She would be the quiet girl looking into the distance and ‘musing’ over things. I don’t think I’ve ever ‘mused’. It’s just the kind of gurl I am.

Nonetheless, Rainbow has been a diligent employee when she’s had to be. This is clearly evidenced by the recent debacle when she applied for a job somewhere remote during the lockdown. It did seem wise at the time to move out of the city. That would be what inspired her to apply for a position up north that entailed a little light housekeeping. One wouldn’t think that could be so very hard. What could possibly go wrong, after all?

Well, it turned out that ‘a little light housekeeping turned out to be manning the remote North Rock…