I guessed all of my relatives had arrived for a longtime.Dad swiftly steered our car between Uncle Joe's huge BMW andAunt Jasmine's tiny Volkswagen Be...tle. I quickly got out of thecar and stretched my stiff back. My dad did the same thing; Iheard his bones cracked very loudly."Help me carry this stuff! You two!" my mom struggled to get theluggage bags out of the car boot. As we were carrying the bagsout, the front door swung open. "Harold and Jessica! Is it you?"Uncle Joe called. He could plainly see he had a burgeoning talent onhis hands and was quick to sign her up. That had been four months ago - Tara had experienced a number of intensivetraining sessions to develop her polo skills to match her horsemanship: swingtechniques for the four main strokes, the mechanics of hitting, short stickpractice, polo riding, stick and bail, and the opportunity to experience thetactics of team play in mini-games. The strictures of this training had suitedher down to the ground. It. With a casual glance to you right, you see that it's already twelve. You'd rather just stay in bed all day today, but that would just get you yelled at by your parents once they both get home. You toss the covers off yourself and whip your legs over the edge of you bed. Exhaling in a loud groan, you stretch once more, before pushing yourself to your feet.As you walk over to the bathroom, you brush your hands through your blonde hair, which reaches to a few inches below your shoulders. You stare. I’m 30 years old, I’m from Birmingham, I’m married, and I’m so very very bored with my life that I want to do something extraordinarily disgusting...”We cut to a montage of her walking along a street, laughing and joking (no sound) with passers by and the camera crew, obviously amused by being the centre of attention; footage of her shopping for groceries in an Indian market, joking with the staff, pointing at the camera. This is intercut with footage of her being interviewed in close-up,.