At Least It Wasn’t Termites…I Guess
by“Stop!” said Tracey suddenly in a sort of hushed shout. Scrape….scrape….scrape…. “Can you hear that?”
“Stop!” said Tracey suddenly in a sort of hushed shout. Scrape….scrape….scrape…. “Can you hear that?”
“What do you think you’re doing!?” I said as I entered the kitchen, and Miss4 nearly jumped out of her skin. Our second youngest had just been caught drawing in felt pen on the cupboard doors.