“What have you done?” Caroline says, looking at me, not quite cross yet.
‘What do you mean? I haven’t done anything, it wasn’t me, I didn’t mean to...I ...I...’. I could feel my cheeks flushing with heat. Adrenaline surging into my muscles. It was going to be fight or flight and I’ve always been much more of a flyer than a fighter.
‘What have you done?....oh my god, why are you on the ironman uk website? We only got back from Lanzarote yesterday.’ She looked over my shoulder at the laptop and shoved me to the side.
‘I couldn’t help it.’ I sobbed ...