Right away Aaron is nodding and Yas looks excited. I can only imagine I look petrified as Dave gives me a quick pat on the arm followed by a thumbs up.

‘Well, this is not what the brochure said,’ says Aaron, striding into the middle of the stage area. He’s looking around, with his hands on his hips. ‘These are not holiday goals.’

‘They said it was going to be cold, but I didn’t think it was going to be this cold. I didn’t even pack a coat.’ Yas rubs at her arms and starts to shiver.

‘I’d assumed skiing or mountains, not a budget version of an ice hotel,’ chips in Dave.

‘That’s the last time I book something I see from an Instagram influencer. Hashtag cool holiday.’

There’s a ripple of laughter around the room.

‘Hashtag chilled holiday,’ I say, before I realise that the words have come out. There’s another ripple of laughter, but that’s nothing compared to the look of surprise and joy on my colleagues’ faces.

‘Hashtag cool selfie,’ says Yas, holding her hand out, pretending she’s got a phone, and she gestures with her arm for us to gather around. She snaps a photo on her imaginary phone. ‘And again.’ She moves her arm and the others change position. I’m too slow to move so I pull a face. ‘Hashtag squad goals.

‘Uh-oh,’ she says, her face falling.

Aaron puts his hands back on his hips. ‘What’s wrong?’

She starts to pretend to hyperventilate, and it’s as if she’s acting out how I’m feeling internally. It’s such a strange feeling, trying to think of something in keeping with the scene yet at the same time listening to what the others are saying and reacting to it. We’ve only been going a minute or so but I’m already exhausted trying to keep up.

‘There’s. No. Wi-Fi,’ she says, and the others dramatically gasp. I stand back trying my best to look shocked.

‘No Wi-Fi? But the brochure promised Wi-Fi,’ says Dave.

‘Brochure,’ says Aaron from a laugh. ‘When did you book the holiday? In 1995?’

Dave smiles and the audience titters.

‘I’ll have you know the little travel agency in town has brochures still and it clearly said Wi-Fi in black and white.’

‘What will I do if I can’t update my Insta followers?’ says Yas. ‘How will I validate my holiday? How will anyone know where I’ve been? I mean, is this even real if we can’t post it on Facebook?’

We all look amongst each other and I wonder how the others don’t laugh. They’re so in character and so good.

‘Maybe we’re being filmed,’ I say, looking up at the ceiling. ‘Maybe this is some kind of reality TV programme.’