I also mentioned that I was staying with my grandparents in their hovel, but if she's too dense to remember that then so much the better for me. After all, the things I said on her journal about Wales and the Welsh weren't exactly flattering. Better to let her think I'm here on holiday.
"I lost my temper," I say, snatching my sandal back and examining the strap. It's well and truly broken, and there's no way it can be reattached without magic. Looks like I'm going to have to hobble home. Ugh. "And no," I snap, wanting to throw the sandal away again, "I am not enjoying my holiday."