She's in Barbados but her boss thinks she's in bed with a chest infection!

My cousin Sophia went to Barbados for a one week getaway with her boyfriend Martin.

Her boyfriend is a DJ and was playing at a wedding in Bridgetown. The bride and groom were paying for EVERYTHING and Martin was staying in a 5 star, all-inclusive hotel. So at Martin's suggestion, Sophia decided that she'd tag along for a fabulous holiday. All she had to do was pay for her ticket.

Sophia had a little bit of a dilemma though. She didn't have enough holiday dates to take off from work so she decided to call in sick and told her boss that she'd be off for a week because she had a chest infection. Only it's day 9 now and Sophia's stranded in Barbados because her flight back home has been cancelled until next Monday due to the Icelandic Eyjafjallajokull volcanic eruption and the volcanic ash floating around the airways. By the way, I don't know how to pronounce Eyjafjallajokull either; I'm just showing off!!

I hate to say it, but I told her so. I told her, I told her, I told her. I said Soph, ask for unpaid leave or say that someone died abroad or something; anything other than taking a sickie. But oh no... she doesn't tell a little white lie, she goes and tells a great big whopper and now she's going to get the sack or she'll have to tell a bigger lie to cover the original lie to keep her job and before you know it, Sophia's on a broke woman's road to hell!

When I spoke to her last night, they were having a brilliant time. She was sunbathing in her bikini, sipping a Mojito, on a boat, on her mobile in the middle of the Caribbean sea. I guess she'd better enjoy her little taste of paradise because when she gets back next week, she won't be in the middle of the Caribbean, she'll be in the middle of a tribunal, grovelling for her job!