The Worst Sort Of Page Turner
by“Not that story,” Miss5 said when I suggested yet another from a way too big book of bedtime stories. I flicked a few pages to one about monkeys. It looked fantastic. Only a couple of dozen words a page.
“Not that story,” Miss5 said when I suggested yet another from a way too big book of bedtime stories. I flicked a few pages to one about monkeys. It looked fantastic. Only a couple of dozen words a page.
Our seven year old daughter had gone into the shop alone, armed only with a couple of coins and a cute smile.
Already I’ve discovered, you’ve got to have deep pockets when you own a cat. Aside from the upfront money to the RSPCA, there’s the litter, litter box, food, necklace, tag, box hire and the exorbitant cost of naming the cat…
Although I suspect I got diddled on the naming fee.
“You need to get dressed,” said Tracey. “I am dressed,” I told her. Tracey looked me over. A look of embarrassment at her faux pas failed to register on her face. “No, you’re not.”