On the run

Don't answer the door, Marley, she said when she came flying through the front door with her gym bag bursting and her face all pink. It might be the police coming to charge me with indecent exposure.

Oh, this sounds interesting, I thought, fluffing up the cushion and getting comfortable. She put the kettle on and called in I'll tell you all about it when I have brewed up. Hang on.

Unfortunately, I was exhausted and must have fallen asleep for a few short hours. I've just woken up and she is nowhere to be seen.