

London, UK
The door to Isabella's grandmothers house was opened by a glamorous, heavily powdered, perfectly styled thick black haired, skinny lady with a little handbag. This was not Jenny (izzy's grandma) by the way. It was one of the dinner guests for the night that we totally crash with our backpacks and baggage, odd socks, tangled hair and yawns after 12 hours travel. A few raised eyebrows and polite 'will you have time to change for dinner?' queries.
A little differ...