"It's been a tough week but were getting there, here's to three more weeksof good company and progress. Here's to you, Emma." He gave me a glass andwe... took a long sip together."It is good to see you smile," he said after emptying it.I hadn't really noticed I wasn't doing it and had two more glasses of winebefore tucking in and turning on the bedroom television to watch an old filmcalled 'How Green was my valley' on the BBC."My mum used to watch this," Mark said while settling down next to me,. The trip felt like it would go on for days but in reality we weren’t on the road more than half an hour into deepest darkest Devon.I was almost asleep when we pulled down the gravel lane with grass growing along the centre. I perked up when we began passing numerous pens and pastures. Beautiful horses ran alongside the fence by the road, as if trying to race us. I doubted Dolores’ Volkswagen Beetle could do more than thirty five, down this bumpy rough road.We finally came to the old Georgian. "Hi, Norm. Good to see you again." Same here, Lou. I'm glad you're here to help. These things are a lot heavier than the old barbeques." No problem. We'll strip it down before we try and take it up the stairs. Then it'll weigh a lot less."Within ten minutes we had the unit stripped of grilles, propane tank, shelves and burners. I was about to help Lou when Kim appeared by my side."You take one side and I'll take the other," she ordered.I looked at the stairs and realized they were much wider. If he would have lied about being able to walk in heels, hewould have been in even deeper shit, as they came with a four inch spikeyheel that even now made his limited experience in heels a challenge.Their sex appeal was undeniable though, with black on the sides and twoathletic type white stripes. In front, the white panel stemmed from thetoe plate up like sneakers, while being covered in glittered black laces,but what doubled the challenge to make it through the night in suchspikey shoes were.