Ballyshane actually looks down on my house. Or my house looks up at it – you can see the first floor windows if our bathroom window is open. The bathroom window is frosted glass even though we don’t have any neighbours. In case of peeping toms I suppose. Idk. Someone who would come all the way out here and hide in the gazebo feature to watch us undressing for a shower or peeing. I wish. My mam said she couldn’t do a pee with clear glass. Even though it’s like the universal bathroom not their en suite. So she wouldn’t have to. They decided not to put an en-suite in every room when they built the place even though it enhances the value. I don’t know why. I would like to be able to look out when I’m doing mine, but I can only do it in the summer time when it’s hot and we leave all the windows open. And if my mam walks in she says, Shut that!

Serena had a ten per cent extra cleanser bottle full of petrol. It was plastic and she thought the petrol was dissolving it. It was also rock-hard and blown up like a balloon. I think the petrol got warmed up in my room. It might have exploded which would totally ruin my carpet. I didn’t know she had it. She said it was for me. Like I would want a mini petrol bomb sitting in her little overnight bag with a special inset for makeup and a mirror. Maybe she always travels with a petrol bomb. Serena is quite capable.

It was freezing. Like freeze your boobs off cold. Like frostbite your arse off cold. By the time we got to Ballyshane the cleanser bottle was soft again. A bit squishy even, idk maybe she was right and the petrol was eating it. There was some crazy bird singing somewhere. Maybe a blackbird or something. I wondered if birds got high if they ate something. Like fermented berries and stuff. Or magic mushrooms idk if birds eat mushrooms. History does not record.

All the lights were out.

Which was not surprising, it was four thirty more or less.