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Kate was not sure h.e.l.l was hot at all. She imagined it would be icy cold. She'd skied every year since she was an undergraduate, so she was competent at the sport. But she simply didn't get it. What was all the fuss about? You went up a mountain, then you came down again. Sometimes you fell, sometimes you didn't. Either way the whole process had to be repeated. To what end? Kate didn't get the thrill that everyone talked about; it was as elusive as multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms. Besides, physically Kate was no longer ideal for this sport. She was four stones heavier than when she'd first hauled herself up a mountain, when she was eighteen. She'd felt every ounce of those four stones this morning. Kate had been grateful for the three years when she had been pregnant and was able to sit by the fire, with hot chocolates and a legitimate excuse.

Kate sighed and ordered a second hot chocolate. Her already weak willpower definitely suffered in the cold. She was ravenous again, even though she'd had that huge pizza at lunch time. She looked longingly at the menu. They'd be having dinner in a couple of hours; surely she could wait until then. It would be a four-course dinner. But, on the other hand, if she had a crepe now it would take the edge off her appet.i.te and she could eat a dainty portion more akin to Tash's and Jayne's. Kate ordered a banana, chocolate, nut and cream crepe.

This morning someone had suggested that they might go bowling or to the cinema tonight. Kate hoped that they'd choose the cinema over bowling, and a romance or a comedy over art-house. But she knew that if there was a consensus in favour of something arty and bleak, she wouldn't voice her objections. Kate was not a stranger to silently partic.i.p.ating in things that she didn't really enjoy. For example, she found herself on the motorway travelling to Devon every weekend throughout the summer, and had done for five years now. Kate loved Devon, but the Lewis-Ponsonbys went there for sailing, and Kate hated sailing. She wasn't a very good swimmer and more than a little bit nervous of boats. She'd never said so. She would seem such a damp squib. They'd spent a fortune on buying the boat, employing a crew, hiring a summer house, getting lessons for the children. It would be madness to admit that she didn't enjoy the sport. Besides which, they'd made some great friends at the sailing club. Well, some fun acquaintances at least.

She felt the same about cla.s.sical music and opera. At least once a month, Ted would blow over 500 on tickets for Glyndebourne or Kenwood, or a box at Covent Garden. She did like the champagne during the interval, and it was nice taking her friends along, but frankly she was much more of a musical type of girl at heart. She had Phantom of the Opera, Cats, Chicago and Les Miserables on DVD. She watched them by herself when Aurora was taking a nap and there was no one else in the house. She had Jesus Christ Superstar on CD in the car, and she knew

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