While they’re gone I Google “Speedos” and the first page of results brings up pictures of Tom Daley. I’m still looking at them when Mum, Anna, and Daisy return. Mum hands me a shopping bag. “Thanks, Mummy,” I say. “You’re welcome.” Mum giggles. “I’m gonna start packing, one week to go! Anna, come and help me pack.” Mum and Anna run out of the room, holding hands and laughing. I look in the bag to find the tiniest pair of bright pink Speedos I’ve ever seen. Daisy
