The house was almost free of traces of the party, the formally dressed cleaning staff moving from room to room on the ground floor, removing remnants of the celebration and spray killing the lingering smells with strong cleaners. Rob and Rose stayed in bed till noon before finally, starving, dragged themselves to the kitchen. Both suffering from the hangovers from hell as though their bodies were in after effects of some sort of forgotten beating.

A few Munro’s had wandered aimlessly around, smiling and thanking them for a fantastic night as they had come downstairs. Equally rough looking and a little lack luster. Rob informed her a few had stayed...