"Come on, open the door!" This is the third time I've knocked on the door of my sister's cottage. When the door finally opens and I almost stumble into the house in my drunken state, I just manage to hold on to the door frame. "Finally, I thought I had to go through the window..." I stop in mid-sentence, this is not my sister standing in front of me. "You're not Flo. Or I'm drunker than I thought." The young woman standing in front of me looks at me in surprise "And you are?" "Oh Lando, I'm Flo's brother. May I? I really have to go to the toilet."

After leaving the bathroom and returning to the stranger in the living room, I smile apologetically at her. "Sorry, usually when I have a drink at the Pub in town, I sleep at my sister's afterwards.“ I run my hand through my curls. "Where is she anyway?" "We swapped houses over the holidays. I'm here in hers and she's in my house in LA." I stare at you open-mouthed. "That's impossible, Flo never travels."