The Fairy Godmother arrived in a puff of smoke and surveyed the chaos.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Cinderella opened one eye, still lying in bed dressed in last night’s clothes. Empty wine bottles and a month’s worth of washing-up littered the floor, the dirty clothes pile reaching the ceiling.

“What time is it?” she muttered.

“Mid-day. Why are you in halls at Swansea University instead of at the palace?”

“Oh, I left the boring prince ages ago. Decided to come to Uni, but now we’re in lockdown and it’s no fun anymore. Can you believe those vile ugly sisters happened to be on the same corridor as me?”