Destination Chile. Katy Colins

I nodded as he cleared his throat and leaned forward. ‘I know that you and Ben are going to have a wonderful time, be incredible contestants, and I have no doubt that the nation will warm to you and what you’re trying to achieve with your business.’

      ‘Thanks, I hope you’re right.’ I gave a light laugh. Forget about stressing that you didn’t get to fully read every line of that contract. Trust Ben and remember that both lovely Rahul and Jerry here just want to make a light-hearted show. I mean, it’s hardly going to be question time with Jeremy bloody Paxman, is it? I could have laughed about how sensitive I was being. We get a free holiday and get to promote our business. What could possibly go wrong?

      ‘So, Georgia, someone will be in touch regarding travel arrangements and what things you’ll need to bring with you et cetera, et cetera. You will need to keep the seventeenth free. Which I know is very soon, but like I said, everything has been shifted forward. Is this still going to be okay?’

      I mentally ran through my diary. January was set to be our quietest month, Conrad and Kelli were perfectly capable of being in charge for less than a fortnight, Jimmy and Shelley didn’t leave until next month and Marie still had three weeks left until her latest mini-me entered the world. ‘Yep, I can’t see there’s going to be any problems.’ I got to my feet as he suddenly seemed quite keen to get me out of the room.

      ‘Great, well it was so lovely to meet you and I’m sure we’ll see you again soon. We’re thrilled to have you both on board for what’s guaranteed to be a fun and memorable experience! I’m just jealous that I’ve not been asked to take part with my wife!’ He let out a deep laugh and then picked up the phone once more and asked for Dog Lover Dana to escort me back to the main room before shaking my hand again. ‘Good luck, Georgia!’

      I said goodbye and followed Dana who was chatting excitedly about the fantastic concept and how lucky we were to be involved. I half tuned out, feeling like I’d emerged from some strange comforting bubble, and now that I was back in the bedlam of the hipster courtyard I had this strange sinking feeling that I’d been way too hasty.

      It was all going to be fine, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?